After the rainy season, we eat the bodies
of sparrows & squirrels. We can only enter
     woods when water recedes. The trees,

  like statues. We wait for the sun. We unfold
our bodies from children. From love,
     when love is how we hurt. When love is

  what silvers. When heat holds us
like dying saints, unspeaking. Before
     the seasons empty forests. Before cold

  empties the branches of leaves.
Before the sky empties our mouths
     of gods. Of thousands of names.