<excerpts from tate's "cycle of dust"> 2006-08-16.2:27 p.m. excerpts from "Cycle of Dust" James Tate 4. Feeding those pigeons each spoonful of stone eyes of a doe when nobody was around say in an empty subway after midnight like a baby on fire kicked off the edge to indicate there was no sign or wise man singing a buoy of blood is tossed to the far shore 5. Little hands were sprouting in the cracks of the sidewalk they have been told nothing a champion of kisses somewhere writing my own filthy epitaph that famous limp grey ray of light jacknifes midword into a world without alps but I have no feathers, he said back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad