The Ontology of Sight

From the highway,
the heat of slaughtered cows
is mistaken for mist.

The tour guide says,
“The fields breathe
this time of year.”

This time of year,
buses filled with strangers
draw in the hills.

To them, this is new:
seeing their pain take the form
of birds piercing trees.

by Eric Anderson
appearing in Hawk & Whippoorwill Volume 2, Number 1 , Summer 2010