Bakkhai

To swim through this night in the river,

Dragon’s insides, deeper into the cave,

Going below the surface and shunting through a hole,

Burning juniper held always at antler height, we waited for the hole

As it u-ed up shyly, then

Again we did this, and there it bloomed, bowed spine curve

Of the bison, opening its mouth, car,

Car, veering off the guardrail from the calcite.