I have two things sang the bird from the pin oak.
Two things have I—the answer back.
The world is in its message today.
The world is in its keys. The sun
in it flashes like a flag in pavilion,
like a frog’s throat flashing in the sun.
And there are things that must be said, I know,
awful and simple as children yelling out
our mother is dead.
A fact will baptize a brain for a while
but what makes the baptism stay—
I have two things, sings the bird in the pin oak
two things have I, the bird in the eaves.
A tuning met and gone like the look
the two hostages gave
when they passed
at the neutral middle of the bridge.