the thought of the possible poem

The dam is held off by a thread  its beak 
has kept no promise
         no premise    of tomorrow
         no clamour   for tomorrow   This

dam is held off by threads looking south-
                           heading where we always wanted
to steal our borrows and darns & wishsomethingcles

I tremble at the thought of the possible poem  at the grief
                                               of the beast
There is the humbled
There is the grieved                           of the beast
I tremble at
Beginnings -                                   and at ends-