Daniel Tobin

1. As the Gods Who All Things Know
You would save the harrowed from their foregone fall,

Less than a gnat’s hum in the vast expanse,
its inner antennae flame with your need.

Its ear attunes homage to those wings
that would entice a consort’s tailored song.

Leisurely, the evening sky puts on the robe

held up for it by a crown of ancient trees;