Lone Prairie Hymn's Poem by nathan martin

aboriginal saintly crickets painted
in thier red dust bleached masquera
jump jubilently in the drygrass.

dark yellow paint chips erode away
on a lone steeple house.
they fall to the ground like scorched
pigments off of a dusty wrinkeled brow.

inside walking around on creeky floorboards
an array of bearded bright eyed bootstraped
men fellowship.

dizzied daylight creeks through an
old clanky fan on a window pane.
it harmonizes slowly with the
houses of the native holy sons
and daughters, who create an
original psalm.