American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin [“Inside me is a black-eyed animal”]

Inside me is a black-eyed animal Bracing in a small stall. As if a bird Could grow without breaking its shell. As if the clatter of a thousand black Birds whipping in a storm could be held In a shell. Inside me is a huge black Bull balled small enough to fit inside The bead of a nipple ring. I mean to leave A record of my raptures. I was raised By a beautiful man. I loved his grasp of time. My mother shaped my grasp of space. Would you rather spend the rest of eternity With your wild wings bewildering a cage or With your four good feet stuck in a plot of dirt?