is a raw-boned music
in those harsher sounds...
wind that exalts and chides,
tears at the flesh that clings to those bones,
red and bruised and unwilling to yield...
a tangled mane momentarily blinds the horse
the rider sings a gutteral vengeance,
swears to....to...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tell you only the truth...iip