spirit of the matter-of-fact

the spirit of the matter-of-fact speaks, and
the stray dogs of my poem

wither off into unkempt song     not dressed
for the occasion, we are

called out for being rain, flower, sunknown
seed     the song is tired

it will be forever before the spirit of the
matter-of-fact decides

we are called out for being snake, wood,
snowbound need     the

song is tired     it will be forever before
the spirit of the matter-

of-fact abides, and it will not rain till
time dries out & slithers