84. land

.

my beloved land,

grass thick as beaver

pelt, light rolling across it,

licking the sky … 

.

oh

yes, clouds the very

breath of space and earth 

muttering east, rubbing against blue

so blue my bones ache … 

.

oh 

my beloved land.  

bury my now terrified 

heart. when this war is gone

drink down this blood.

.

how will we each live with each

other then, 

ashamed?

.