fear, John Donne's best,
Miss Moore's intrepid quest after
courage is fear; caged birds
nest in as high
imagined sky.
my hungerraging, my laughter
look down on heaven. Words
try for eyesight;
through gritty light
sea's viscous purge, salt-tightened cord
sinews new-bound in blood.
might of terror.
fear of error
brings us to sing our frightened-toward-
cage bodies. What else should?