EVe

Hence the remains
they pull and draw
from the carcas new

it heaves and throws
through the hall of vines
it carves and speaks
with the tongue of god

it argues and cuts
screws and cuffs
it falls on the frantic eve

without reservation
draw the weapon in
ready it and bring the muzzle
to target bright

this is the day
lights fliker on the trees
they cast white on the boughs
as stars to green
as angels to pine
as anglers of wine and roe
as feevlers of casks and dough
as the saws that halve the dogs