The Lord of Cough and Choke.

Hungry and awake
I am inside the mouth of Immense Creation.
I am held here like a
wet and twisted rabbit. Reminded of
my forest-days: I once saw a
brown and white hart come
up through a wooded cliff
like an aroused dagger. His
throat heaving and throbbing
like the pistol of lore that chases
me through the night into dawn.