Question

how does the poem end?

Answer 1

A gun can be a gun, even for Freud.... spiriting away my giddy soul, ears plugged and tied
to the mast: I can't hear you, I can't hear you.

the work of the lungs, so the lungs —

they were singing of youth
not knowing that they were singing for us

Gray fox and gray fox.
Red, red, red.

Palm fronds clatter and lift in the porous light:
clockwise; counter-clockwise.

But what of the mice?
Where have the mice gone?