When I chew the bread with my molars, pull my tongue back,
I know the warbler’s song of a night jaunt in which I tarry
My brothers’s piece, though the bread I chew is no holy bread
I tarry his piece only, it is
When my teeth break the bread
I hear this voice I know of angels
Awake in St.Teresa
When I chew the bread with my molars, I tarry my brother
To be my brother, that he might taste the crumbs the way
That waves, turtles, window taste the wafer. When I chew
The bread with my molars, it is
My brother’s still small chirp
To where I linger toward him, and away,
Singing, laughing, always
Disappearing, always music. When I sigh, I sigh backward
In the same tide of my swallow, gasp like moon drawn tortoise
Clamor back into my chest. I know, I know, I need not wait,
Waves break in the window when
The window moves. I will meet you
Right there, right here. I’ll give these
Crumbs that I have. There is
No song save that moon song of warbler. This music, my brother,
Gasp like moon drawn tortoise searching off ahead of me,
Salt smell of that vast gulf. Goodbye gasp, goodbye bread
Teeth that are my bridle
For a fortune of crumbs, I squander
Music of beach vagrants, lifting
From our wakeing shore.