i climbed the mountain with Moses,

my arms are weary,my eyes are blurred.how many soul trinkets,must i bury in the sand…only to walk away,leaving no footprints?i know nothing,but what i hear and i taste.i have no baggage,and no epitaph.this body but seed,this spirit but rain…i long for the wind,the web, and the hill!when bones become wings,and forever tiny buds.then night and…

i shook the chill silencefrom my bones,and walked through the last door.i stood on your porchfor the longest time not speaking,watching the wind blow the curtains,listening to the creaking of the boards.we are no more than the last step,no less than every mile.your reports of my deathfall on deaf ears…i can still taste the sweat…

the body restless, turns and groans.the shade o’er the windowyellowed by mold,the frail hands of the clockdo not move or whisper.the scent of love,lingers and stutters.the fireplace empty,the books weep on the shelf.the old tree fallenjust outside your window,the barking of dogs,the prayers of rust.children without facescarry the box into the night…the hoot of the…

i entered your mother with fevered passion,you were the grandmother knitting outside.i killed your son in battle,you buried my wife in an unmarked grave.you baptized me in the river,i lit the fire when you were martyred.you went to sea in search of a new land,i sat in my tepee waiting for death.you slew me with…

a year of hardship and need,packed in a box,stored away to be forgotten.we stand on the stage,stripped naked by necessity,forced to choose…ending, or beginning?the end of economic hope,the end of the environment,the end of individual rights,the end of capitalism…the end of the common man,the end of morality…the end of human dignity,the end of the road…

a cup, a key…a candle in the night,a small fire by the road.an old oak that standsthrough the winter storm,a barn, a saddle,a hand-me-down coat.whatever is needed,whatever can be used.given without regard…just given… because!