I burn silver sundance sage

I burn silver sundance sage….I burn red homeland cedar….
I send the ashes..

                              From a feathered tip

Toward the massacred

                                              Who are everywhere…..  

From the stronghold

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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 

Equinafutura

A continuing collaboration between Lance Henson, poetry, and Barbara Bartlett, images.

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so long the hoofprints stayed among these ones
whose broken secrets
sounded like a flute

of rain and winter

this rain at dawn
empties itself

on the dusty flowers….

your wintered voice
whole in what is left of you

alone

over the quiet

and trembling plain….

equinafutura
12.16.14

Text: ©2014 Lance Henson
Image: ©2014 Barbara Bartlett

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