ROES

in the morning while I
scream my number
from the balcony
I pay the fee
and enter the museum:

the roe's eyes -
calcinated tears
with fine sandpaper
faceted
the dry hoves -
terraces sans earth
on which i lie
tucked in the ticket

and so the flooring sings
below my dream
the forest rustles

the roe has dots
instead of hearing
five lines and fluff...