Something spreading underground won't speak to us <br />under skin won't declare itself <br />not all life-forms want dialogue with the <br />machine-gods in their drama hogging down <br />the deep bush clear-cutting refugees <br />from ancient or transient villages into <br />our opportunistic fervor to search <br />crazily for a host a lifeboat <br /> <br />Suddenly instead of art we're eyeing <br />organisms traced and stained on cathedral transparencies <br />cruel blues embroidered purples succinct yellows <br />a beautiful tumor<br /><br />Adrienne Rich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/victory/
