Bittern, hawk, and osprey tend
   in their private circles near
orders scrawled across the page,
though the willing victims send
postcards to another age
   gazing up in fear.

Alligators known to dwell
   in the analytic root
theorize about the will.
Frequently consigned to hell,
inconvenient villains still
   prepare to shoot.

Will indignant vultures perch,
   aiting for the halt and weak
on whose bounty they descend?
In a large and vacant church,
words whose meanings some defend
   have yet to speak.

This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 22 Number 5, on page 35
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