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| Bones by © wetzelbill The sun set and for Two years I’ve awaited Dawn Living in happy darkness As light faded into my past I feel my summons -Bones-As If I never left, My home Bleeds into me, Ancestors Who call me back, To places Where I was born, Home I’ve grown to loathe, but still Wake at night from its allure, -Bones- Hearken nocturnal Coyotes lament, and Birds Cantillate in aurora light, While youthful warriors-The New Breed- come to arms, I Exist in trepidation, responding To call of my people as they cry, As they grieve, As they bleed, As dirt seeps to their core Spitting dignity from lungs, -Bones-Haunt me when I sleep, Visioning I discern to comfort, I will endure torment again, When multitudes cry as oceans Rage, Pain stings as lightning Strikes, Likewise frightened, Must heed voices, Bones uncover Themselves from earth, Most Ashes, dust, Bred to life again, Heart still pulses, Soul carries on Escaping from earth, Released To spirits, I must affront my Transcendent consternation, All those who cannot perish, Those of us who hold, who Feel dissolution in our bones |
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