Heck’s 1851 Pictorial Archive of Nature and Science
Appendix:Illustrating the theory of twilight[Plate 6, Fig. 22. See also Plate 173, Fig.
At twilight you do what you can, which is almost nothing.
in the reeds, farthest from God,
where the vultures wash their feet,
is where I slept the night the dogs found
the wild boar, half-dead from a cancer,
and brought its head back to the yards. I could not take it
were wild with its blood,
as if they had seen the one true
of light that comes after an animal
is slaughtered in its sickness.
is what I call
the visible evidence
of the soul and do not try
to convince me
that God has his way with us.
I once saw vultures
living in a
house, in the cupboards, in the
I came upon them along a creek,
the house abandoned for years,
trees growing through its rooms,
jars still on the pantry shelves,
the smell of leaves long dead and rot in the
guts of its floors.
Three vultures rose through the ruin,
casual, lazy days in the intestines
in the spirit and in the creek’s own mind.
can I go back to my life with the gaze
birds upon me? I refuse to say
saw God in their faces, the gauze of twilight
around me told me this, and I believe it.
The dogs were waiting at the creek edge
and I saw myself in their movements,
the way they
waited on every turn of my wrist.
is this that cannot live without
a man to tell it death is close,
stay near, do not leave me, you are all I have.
Appendix:Illustrating the resistance of the etherte, Fig. 26]
We were bred for slaughter
is not exactly how I would say it.
like Give the sheep a string of pheasant,
flaxen and damp, and walk away.
the birds tell them how it is we do
There are many ways. The one-eared
I know will not take me back
this is a story where lambs do not lead,
they wait in the horse-nettle
bearberry—fat ale-wife of the creek—
all bound by sails in the wind pines made,
stubble-field gone to ash and cradle.