This Poem is missing from the paper booklet I sold a few copies of at the Willamina Coastal Hills Art Tour.
Page 5
In a vacuum chamber
Up there
Eyes
A face
Roiling vapors brooding
Summoned
To witness
What was primal
An abysmal
Anxious child
Holding her
Watching
Drinking
The scene
On some world
Circling a sun
The blood thunder
Pounding her mind
Trembling hysterical
Laughter
Deranged whimper of dogs
Staring up
Feeling ancient
Poem Found On/In: Ellison, Harlan (1983) Deathbird Stories. Bluejay Books Inc. (Page 5).