Finality

If a dictionary is but a mythology of thought
the effort Ezekiel’s taken, must one day be undone
by diffusion of Life Sciences, or selection of skeletal mass
& volume of gray matter, or of other complex vehicles
that bear no resemblance to eye & wheel.
All for naught, the intimacies of God that ravish
the living like a rain received in the ash
of grasslands the wind burns to the ground?
No longer call upon the old way
but cry out its ruination: Death! Death!
the freedom that devastates; entropic
vagueness; the black we mistake--- it wheels & ruts
the path we take; the trail we blaze.