On a strange day, the interior voices
accompany danger. Grand rapids sap
what’s near, pleasures plunge,

two voices mysteriously revolt:
one to accompany ancient temperatures,
another to attend errant horses
with salubrious, clear

ventings. Pigeons regard the clear
noises: eerie plus courageous. A soldier forest
cheers. Fate shakes three trinkets
from the stump of its old arm.