Mistah Song

Stars untether the boneless night….

There is a room where outside its smiling windows
The shackled skeletons break free….

One awakened
One asleep….

We have borne winters soliloquy as beggars
In a field of blinded goats…

Wandering the burnt landscape among
The names of charred
Regret….

She is spinning the wheels of rainfall
in a dress of fallen names….

Placing them in a leather glove….

For the next one to wear….

Mistah* song

*mistah – Cheyenne word for ghost or great horned owl

From the stronghold
June 3.19

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