The bat lay before us, stunned
by a car, perhaps, he hit
mid flight
or
did the car hit the bat, mid drive?
hard
to know these matters
of
responsibility
we had been talking
about consciousness, changing
western minds to return
to what was
when
we lived with the land
not
on it or by it but with it, in one
with
all beings but
the bat
lay stunned, speaking a language
we strained to hear
but could not.
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