The little fish yawns like an operatic tenor,
as if he wants to sing to the clams that are digging—
to the coral reefs who are judging
that b-flat that he is belting.
The little fish yawns like my dog Buttons
after she wakes from her…
Have you seen the dark
at Wounded Knee?
Have you seen queens and kings who
sing and act in glorious beauty?
I have seen queens and they are
They transcend with raven hair and
They rise from…