Maggie Zurawski

this where

this where 
I the fighter poem 
put chicken feet 
in this 	the dream 
where the trees are noise
this where the trees become noise
I the fighter poem
eat the bank
the trees are noise
where this I the fighter poem say,
the prize is the chicken 	the tree	the noise
      this is where
the tree shatters the bank
with its chicken feet 	and its
	chicken dance