moon and shadow grow

coyote—

little brother

wont be back

for the poison sky

for the poison water

this place has no mourners

only hush and broken stone

many wounds sleeps on the ground tonight

moon and shadow grow

“I saw the black wolf come— a shadow pressed against the pines come to take him on

he did not see me watching

stars

our brother’s eyes

mine are going blind

the wind is growing cold”

moss woman draws out the heat

licks the tip of the blade with her tongue

runs to the edge of the song and back

a smell like carrion

a blooming cacti moans

heleswa medicine

poultice of whatever is left

for

swollen collar bones

red as rabbits blood

bird woman still as slack tide

hears movement on the road

takes to the branches above them

shakes loose the biting things

leave us alone in our grief

our brother coyote is gone

https://youtu.be/o_CKP-82yb4?is=BcdlDHhv5mDSfBtO

Thank you Pretty Thunder for invite to write—“any line of mine yours to use”

I invite Seajade Ramona Moth Lotte Kestner