These lines
I often hear
and respond
in a harp string
though I am not
mad:
" Let Malchia bless with the Bat,
Let Rebecca rejoice with Lynx. "

But bless with a bat!
and rejoice with a lynx!
I break
into a cold sweat
at this awful
reordering of nature.

At Bat capitalized!
and specific!

Yet I have been
in the same presence
alone at night
in the forest,
spellbound in the un/
conscious
where there is no
perception
of purpose
in the universe,
hence now
am reconciled and bound
cross-eyed
by the alliance of Smart
with Toadstool and Corbie.