A Late Grace

Midnight brings a grace that won't sleep,
leaving you pacing,
walking through minefields of hope
with elephant steps
that imprint the ground
while you pace evermore.

It is recursive:
the walking leads
to more walking which leads
to kicking when you sleep,
staring when awake,
connecting with
the yelping of hounds and
the gnawing on bones,
connecting by
choking when you fuck,
feeling the field-dive of hawks
and mourners and
doves in flight
as you walk
and walk
and walk some more