Human's Animal

Part of a poem for my sister. Happy birthday LCB!!

Wasn't it done then undone, by
us and to us, enveloped, sid-
erated in a starship, listing
with liquids, helpless letters–
what else–pouring from that box,
little gaps, rattles and slants

Like mountains, pretty much worn down

-Michael Palmer, from "Letters to Zanzotto"