The Resurrection of Animals

I had a dream and heard animals

called wanderers who had no use

except as food or play, but

went to pieces in the flourish

of animal sleep, caught

by the knives and fires

so long hungry in their blood.

Whoever said that had no eye for glory.

But must have been a butcher or,

a lonely man, who had found life

full of killing and full of expectation.

Who has not animal has no good thing

in their blood, but manhood gone wild

with manhood or lady gone wild with mirror.

Not tricked with the lovely passion of a mind

men fear the animal who sees the animal

he's hid so well. It crosses the bridges

of his wilderness and corners him

in the wood where

the fox calls brother and the eagle

reels without caution near his eyes.

There will be animals in heaven

bright as we, though as they were

since they did not think of God.

But he will be fetched for them

and they will change to what they were

and face the hunter in their master's eyes.

NED 0'GORMAN