Tiger, Tiger

Tiger, tiger, burning bright ate Van Gogh
and made of him his own constellation
of splendors resplendent, arrested light,
shapes and shades of joy and the deepest grief

tiger prowls passing and knows a morsel
to be devoured and so be joined, rejoined,
tiger preys in us with the gravity
of shining claws that slash and liberate

Van Gogh, one of us, some…