Morning color bursts
Splashing
We take our vows for another day.
The stairs creak as we make our way.
Startled, our mother slithers, returning into her body….
under charcoal sky
under the black song
nine chorus of cries
echoing boomerangs
prowling dismembered depths
The dark orange Sunday evening sky with ellipses.
Now, I am trying hard to remember. My legs buckle.
They poured hot pitch on his eyes….He was a corpse now….They were peasants….Feathers drifting from wild geese flying north