for those who died in b&w

Mickey Mice – foto by smith

Prey Has No Name

We fish with human face
such depths of want
and need
heart drums beat
to pulse blood hope
in womb warm wonder

Lying lizard in the sun
in spring full breadth
of coiled light
our brain bridged push
mute witness
for those who died
in black and white
before elective gray

(from
Zen Over Zero
Steven B. Smith
selected poems 1964-2008)

yesterday’s restaurant lunch lizard – foto by smith