What is its signature?
Or is he a key, cold-feeling
To the fingers of prayer?
He is a prayer-wheel, his heart hums.
His eating is the wind--
Its patient power of appeal.
His footprints assail infinity
With signatures: We are here, we are here.
He is the long waiting for something
To use him for some everything
Having so carefully made him
Of nothing.
("Crow Frowns")
