A Tale From The Forgotten Land – II

Mountains thunder down their brawny torsos, nose askew elephants in confusion
wade the river that has lost the banks.

I move homes by tricking the bones and lungs, fold into the heights,  curl in
the hollow of the rocks fetal

as even the eagle rolls out larger than me. The air coils in the tension of terror
along the liquid shoulder of the cliff.

Everything is red this morning – the soil, the river, and water draining my throat –
bloody like the spout from the hawk’s neck.

Stars wheel though darkness as in creation-time nameless but with the identity
of my dead mother.

Where are the homes of birds, food for the bees, the sun whose rays must penetrate
the graves of my people?

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