subdued by blessed-burden of travel

subdued by blessed-burden of travel,
at one with the hum of the road,
we were silent. fire tamed by gravel—
then, no one would hear the code;
how quick it rises up, pure dirt in the air—
without any words—all the words they meet
we don’t. fires breathed in drag on the heat—
good-direction-misdirection—correct—
shun seduction with a smile, a wave:
a song unsung has begun; no collect-
tive—live—binds but sets the bounds of one’s way;

as birds of a—flock, fly, sing together,
so men are, themselves, ends, altogether—