Saturdaynite at Winterland

in the night
the king of night
commands his desert
with a lizard eye

a child came suddenly
like a hawk
living from the dead
living from the dead
he said
flexing his wings
in a tangle of wire

I go out
to quiet the dogs
they sense my nervous control
and go into corners like lions
and wait for me to leave

yesterday I counted fifty
lifting into the sky
and drifting
they were like travelers
and did not stop