pollen catches on
a breeze and carries it self
cross the plain to seed
with rows of grain as smoke
extends up into night\whose
dark provides no shelter from
the windsome distant voice
who carried flame. still echoes
off stonewall. later we rest
up on a log along the coast.
j. wolves tore their city & they hunted down the wolves until there were none.
i.m told of distant lives across the stars
but here the men speak most of death
and dying. we came up on a village thick
with corpses by the scent. i bid my kin
take leave and built a camp out in the
woods. a multitude began to gather. void
ing my self: i crept back to the flame. we
slept each night. the bears re turned. i
dreamt of creatures in the wood. savage
beasts who killed / now held by cage.
the one had slain a girl.
fat red bodied fish
sang at the stream. i plucked and
knifed them throat to gut.
tho they slept: thru night i stood watch
think ing i had heard some shadow. still
when they a woke un seen i saw them
speak their hunger. waited / weighted.
they slept again. til then i tried to set them
free. each spoke in turn and once more
was re leased.