Lemme jes tell yeh, he said
Dey aint no troof
He stood erect, head & shoulders
Thrown back—his bare hands
Lightly on his hips
While I stood there all slack
And breathless he smoked past
Striding over well-woven fences
Catly animated against the stillborn
Of a cow gliding over moon above earth
When he spoke was gone—
Me left muttering at my archless feet
Shaped dully to the slim curve of earth.
This is the very Bearing of Witness.