To a Cloned Lamb

Little lamb, who cleaved thy elements
to merge an image of such startling
duplicity? Tiger eyes stalk us
in the forests of this night;
where I can no longer see, nor believe to see,
through the trees to a form ultimate;

As the sight of you startled, the voids
among thy elements also startle,
seem palpable, are probed;
What coheres them? Do you know,
little lamb?

As tiger eyes nudge us deeper
into the forests of this night
avian cities in the canopy resonate
other voices, other visions;
How sterile this night would be without them.

Let us tread carefully, little lamb,
for fogs obscure tiger eyes.

Mary Moynihan

Copyright ©2001 Mary Moynihan