Whistling to myself as I
Float on into a fire
Carry this for me a while
Rumbling as the chains do roll
An offering shall go
Love last breaths I give away
Evening cherishes mine name
Thunderstorm and rainclouds
Unearthed and saving gravity
Such lays ahead thou plan
Reighning in thy terror’s breath
Hallowed in contempt.
The cool coyote called
Late that night
As it made its way
Along the crest of the horizon
Scarcely lit by the large moon
Making its slow arched escape
Into another day
Alone the tree stood
Frozen in the season
Along the crest of the horizon
Calling out to the edge
Its cousins long gone to the chain
But a distant memory still remains
Never again, the stumps burned away
