Cracked Song For Dirty Boots Poem by Warren Falcon

for Nimal Dunuhinga


This tree

grows still

a child's mind

a bedroom window


This house

this window

gone but for

frames' crater

now

once was

home memory's

red dirt


O stand radiant-starred late afternoon

O stained stark shadows' black frieze


astonished stooped man

time's wee piss-boy

damp bunk-bed mattress fears


O stand glazed from edges

gaze to bark

vine maps of escape


Iron shadows

impress long into

wet pit


sun shards

spy glass

throat sore


Cracked song for dirty boots