Sea Snails on a Black Chow’s Tongue

Chows Bark Primal Words to the two Ws-Walt and Wallace they sing the lyric of the lower man as black-tongued chows they bark primordial words like familial hounds their harried language howls to the languid lovers of the lower level and like puritans in their log cabins they pray for the patriarch's provision of profit owls observe their shadowed orbs beneath the New England woods and doves huddle in their hutch cooing to the sweet squabs that squeak tomorrow's sun their fresh feathers fray throughout the night's somber embrace and the moon's frigid light at dawn a pigeon carries a message to the sun-knitted in angelic sun-threads the primal word images god through the lower ones and incarnates the quotidian on parchment receiving the message on winged tongues the pilgrims pray for transcendence but the elect find their wealth in the moldering soil of the worms the worms wiggle on hooks of desire the chow tongues once blackened catch fire