silence is heavy

Silence is heavy
As it carries all its loved ones

Ones whose silence lives in the water
Ones whose voices begin and continue in a language
We have yet to learn

It sings in the between breath of the newborn

It weeps with the hearted ones whose prayer is the dawn

And the last breath of a child and the last breath of a
Mother and the last breath of a soldier
is followed by silence

We see our silence
Not as we knew it
And we wish to return to it

Though we are too changed….

From the dead zone texts
Poem number five

17 December 2016

 

 

 

Guarani

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Nanos hame’

Running in your veins…..
In a sacramental night
River….
In your dawn  misted breath

As you pray….
Wholeness all around…

Guarani….

Nanos hame’
Tsistsistas for Panther

25 May 16′

Aleppo

From the dead zone hymnal
Vanishing in the void 

Shadowless in our breathing

eyes closed as we listen to the

Disappearing
Vacant as rainless sky

Blood on the pale stones

Souls….

             torn

                                 Darkness..

3/15/16 

Cultivating the Silence of a Hungarian

Snowstorm….
The first few flakes cascading
As small messages over the garden…

Having shapeshifted out of an Italian sky

From a swirling wind of tumultuous joy
The acidity of America still strong I’m my senses….

Now in this quiet
Of winter

Transformations of sorrow and frozen rain
Passing through the window glass
To sit with me….

Shivadom maheo neh nameho….

On the frozen plains
Of Oklahoma….

28 November 2015
Gabors smoking room

“Creator pity my beloved”

For Jim Harrison

Secret

You found it in a rusted can of earth and worms
In a hollow birch tree along a foggy river…
In the wintered whisky breath of a Chippewa
Walking toward the oblivion of a white city….

In the eyes of a woman sitting in tall grass….

In the half blindness that allowed you to see further
It gave you words forged in motions not used  by common man….

Made of a crows wing it gave you flight
Made of a Bears tooth it gave you a singing in an undiminished voice….

Made of rain it gave you love….

In the windy light snows ….among the rusty dawns of desert
And sorrowed  plains….

The secret….

For Jim Harrison
28 March 2016

Maheyuno

12434532_10208216395952161_809575815_nUpon the tornadic plains of washita
A crow sits in morning light
Looking east

Where she sleeps
When medicine sits down

In the wide hand of remembrance…

And here…
Where even wind and ice
Remember sand creek
Wounded knee…
Crescendoing
In wintered memory
Grey army blankets
Captured army saddles
Medicine songs continue…

In the confusion of drones and secret prisons

The long dream that died before it was born

The sky goes on eating the oceans
Men continue eating themselves….

Unrelenting human shame

All that remains

On the glass road the gods used
To depart….

Ghetto in foggia Italy
When medicine sits down..maheyuno
The tsistsistas name of Zoe henson
Her birthday on the anniversary of wounded knee
29 December…

© 2015 Lance Henson