Feb 25

Laying down under the Sun collapsed
Raised above graveyard and garden
A quarry stone and shale in my pocket

I am wretched
I came here to die
To live hereafter
In peace

The juneberries dry blackened and
Deep green leaves turn brown
These grounds my ancestors walked

I am wretched
I came here to die
Alone, unloved
Unforgivable

White and gold an eagle guided my path
I hear the summer birds in cricket grass
The pasture is littered with cattle shit
Within barbed wire edges

Save this wretched mind
For I came here to die
To be changed
Expire

Now I sit in Winter's grasp
the last wheat in mine hand
saturnine image mind
grey upon my violet thought
Summer so far past...
all love is so distant,
for another favors well, and
in my mind darkness dwells,
save this wretched mind
for I came here to die,
Sunlight the summer's ore
tells me no more,
the muse has taken flight.
Her pink wings are invisible,
only the thunder understands.