Child in the Road. Cindy Savett

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СКАЧАТЬ nothing but the bone

      and the wind

      wet through your words.

      Begin in the stick time

      I am dust

      faceless

      the wicked sands and the waters that caress the sky

      air

      caught

      in the turning grains

      I am the book of winds

      the red dew

      petals across my chest

      I am the chaste night mountain

      a coiled wind

      exhaling

      shadows of crystalline black

      I am the mouth of Great Blue Breath

      a bare scent

      on parched earth

      the ribbon of rising wing

      kiss of god

      broken

      in your pale

      eyes

      slip into the fire’s mouth

      with bells around your neck

      unknot the ribbons

      silk spun of stilled song

      stems curled

      intent on splitting the nightseams

      in this theater of roses

      I am covered by my nakedness

      terrible living of the day

      from the underbrush

      a hesitancy

      pours

      one step beating lights below this platform

      I dance through an unhinged night

      where the breaking occurs

      dread in the aborted word

      mouth

      with a slate tongue

      shard

      for the master of bared faces

      nameless

      you have pinned your burnt lips to the morning inscription

      spilt vowels from pigeon wings

      fractured

      and come home with salt and blood thread

      from the absence

      I close the gate to my children

      their stomping and blessing

      latch on shattered glass

      whisper red mornings

      cast stones in ash

      coiled and glazed at my feet

      bridge voices in the water

      I am your dark

      kiss

      the creation

      of seas where the dead

      float

      upright

      tilted mouths to scream

      the winter grave

      of night swinging through your hands

      an unmarked

      heredity of the hard-thrown flood

      the absence of origin

      lone player

      singing on the trumpet’s edge

      beside my night

      to hone the winter prayer

      what was between us

      was a demand for names

      when the warmth of blood

      of wild dogs

      was the dream of a dance

      with sirens heavens

      and the clotted leaves

      and the clearing

      mutations

      between my fingers

      over and over

      hands red in repentance

      tonight’s wings

      are blue

      first among voices

      hovering by the night stalk

      meager boundary

      between us

      stamp of the foot

      and here I lie

      thick dust and the night rhymes

      in the ruins of each

      spitting tongue

      parched accent of the hard dirt

      were you to believe

      in junction of light then

      I would die

      the thousandth time

      along the way I dropped you

      and you lay

      apart from creation

      midday sun

      severs

      my tongue

      you reach to the birthplace

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