Blood And Mountain Bird Poem by Sharron Stephenson

can a soiled lip of mine coined a month
of souls
moments of peace lost in a second of blood

a key across the heart a pole of together
along the shoulders of strength
soldiers walk foot after foot on the backs of
fights and steel
heels and passion on the stroke of a hand
the gathering storm pulls the winds and pulses
the silent tear
winters snow the movies words

pages of a life stands on the mountains top
strands of the gift folds into the wakes of the
morning

the pointed count calls out with fears and
course
the painted cracks on the walls of death and
shadows
be as free as the song of the blue bird