Not in Montana, Idaho
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A world without birds is singing
inside of each atom we’ve split
it is the sound shut up from all sound ending sudden
a water without frogs is shaking to contain itself
as a mother who may not hold a baby while she is diseased
a wolf runs in the snow beneath grey helicopters
The young one who may be shot before she learns to be a young one
we shake like the water unsing like the atom
We have the patience not to shoot ourselves before we’ve learned more
A part of us is running beneath trained rifles, holding this All:
shakes unsings with minutes left to learn what it must know
