Silver birch gone gold

and ravens everywhere.


Each glimpse of wing a cue —

there is work to complete:


pacts to bind and wind

to read. Ciphered tongues


turning in the sun-drop

to stitch-pick and mimic. 


Fields on fire. Stalk into

smoke. Layered veils of it. 


What’s left of the crop

going under into ash. 


Wash a bulb of volcanic glass

in the lake and pray.


Gulping black stones, the ravens

call the coyotes to the carcass.


Ask them to open it, then descend. 


Only tricks here are those 

played by the light.

Elise Marcella Godfrey is a student in the new MFA in Writing program at the University of Saskatchewan’s Interdisciplinary Centre for Culture and Creativity.