Is my small written

How many ways      God said      to shoot through something    example near and shot through      with light

least of all light      and near what      I’m personal God said      with how I use      my shots my water      my

streambeds      I’m thinking about      shot through with shallow      a kind      of light reserved      for bobcats

crossing stream in secret      how I use the growls          my creatures make        some who growl even in dreams

some who come snake-bit      rather than shot      some who drown in water     I thought safe       and the

matter      of letting things small me      that starts when      I give each a body      to touch drink      and

move with      won’t it easily die      no not entirely      then shoot selfsame body through      with song

with language     esp. sentences moving toward     their looping endpoints     some who     use them like

water     some paw     in them shallows     or fashion from them     elaborate wings     feathers are where I

spent good time     yet buckshot     brings them down from sky     like fat purses     of my time     among

the number     that move themselves languidly     in and out of crosshairs     those shot through      of

membranes around wrist bones     whose thinnest parts     easily snap     by those     is my small written