.
my beloved land,
grass thick as beaver
pelt, light rolling across it,
licking the sky …
.
oh
yes, clouds the very
breath of space and earth
muttering east, rubbing against blue
so blue my bones ache …
.
oh
my beloved land.
bury my now terrified
heart. when this war is gone
drink down this blood.
.
how will we each live with each
other then,
ashamed?
.
orphan poems 