INTAKERS OUTSIDE

    They must step out into the world’s wind
    to inhale their tobacco’s same
         
    A tribe of intakers—outsiders along the wall
    in their ribbons and billows, digital manipulation
    of their own magic

    Bearing the cold, the sun
    whose power is only a portion of the shredded vegetation

    these believers

    draw into their needful selves

-- John Zedolik