SCAVENGER
AM A WANDERER with dirty feet
peering through the ventails of the visored faces,
sniffing the breaths of open doors,
waiting beneath the ledges of the careless windows
for sounds that might spill over
for my claws to catch
and crack for the extraction of a swarm of things,
large-eyed and catfoot careful
of the nerves they walk.
I am a brokerage for shares in storms;
the mendicant, more bowl than ego, hollowed up
to lurch of moon, a dagger catcher stopping Leonids.
I am the prowler of the noon-white streets,
the closet audience of somnambulists, the ear
that bites, the eye that masticates, the nerve that sings.
I am the wanderer with dirty feet
who wipes worlds from existence by removing dirt.
https://www.poetspress.org/Holland_Collected_Poems1.pdf