(in china it is symbolic
of darkness and the new moon)
in your night's hollow
the tiger stalks
black grasses have licked
it into nothingness
hooked by moon
i hover on your hollow's lip
i feel the smell of fire
the leap of a bright cat-fur
my eye is dumb
asking to be devoured
i am trembled over
(a bag of fear-bones)
there is a whoosh of flame
streaking but static at
your night's abundance
tall grass is waving
the moon waxes
the face of the tiger
sparkles in its own glow
offers a striped peace
fireflies come my way
messages are calm
i step inwards
stroking the bright pelt
