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
barefoot
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