Guardians

Like their subjects were the barest eyes
that should never be let to dry, or turned
to stare in the sun of this world -
the desiccating zeitgeist - in every
instance fall to their custody
a dew, and think a thousand score
ahead, every husk split considered,
mind-sustained, every thorn encroach
and approach of crows; they unfurl
like wind to the neck and ear, an appeal
to their creator's ever speaking, silent word.