This poem appears in the Fall 2020 issue of Modern Age. To subscribe, click here.

A grand parade of horses, tigers, birds—
the circus streams to town, a motley share
of creatures nuzzling near; goats and goatherds
no longer on the cliffs. From everywhere

they come: the wolf howling as wolf, the hare
eager to race as hare—its fur, distinct.

The sun haloes each head, while the extinct
dodo remarks, snug in God’s remembrance:
I’m still your notion, Lord—forever linked
to unicorn, and elf, and a pearl’s circumstance.