They cried to think of love
for love was no more
every heart once bound by truth
yet truth was no more
lighter hands divided time
And brought a sliding chimera
changing the mood
When the passions and flags came
they skinned her red
The fields asunder a fiercer hue
and the sky a pure white
To show them the outline of fate
a purity consumed by fire
They were connected then
But at the hip
and olive white skins
Lingered beseechingly over the contour of her lips
swallowing her with every sigh
He enjoying every minute
of a faceless woman
of a bound woman
to territory and tradition
and negative plumed fate
Solemn child
in a teenage term of endearment
the middle years still playing songs
on a water logged flute
its tune carried away on the wind
she cried to feel
for what she no longer could
and knowing no one would listen
she died in herself
knowing no one could carry her
she folded
as a leather smock
with pockets for beads and prayers
folded and passed down
Child wounded
yet a child divine
so light the orb around her eyes
but at last
she was buried
by the sand that fell from his mouth
grating against her tarnished skin
she breathed a thousand smiles
to delay all reaction
but he was upon her
quicker than laughter rolling off lips
upon her
striking her down
with a nebelungen smartness
chasing it out of her through the maze of
blood stained rocks
watching her in the wash basin
trickling water with fingers
smelling her out in the green earth
forested among the taller limbs
of her brother trees
but from them
she couldn't hide
He already knew her name
And the chimera
was there in the red
For eternity
the nearby clouds
bringing a heavy torrent
To torment
and
align in malice
the events that would consume her
the faces they all once had
that covered their bones
that moved them from here to there
their limbs like blades
of earth
swinging back and forth
carried away each girl and boy
How far away they came from those first days
those primal ways
How ruthlessly the storm and longing
were exchanged
How she was never a true love
Their future stolen in the hateful affair
Only one of them
blinded to this fate
the man takes a woman
and she is never with child again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem