I buried Wisdom & Folly at Indian Graves this afternoon
It was cut in three
The two halves I buried close to each other
When they come back on the next plane
They will have a better chance of finding each other in one piece
The tail, I left hanging on a tree
You don't need a tail to walk upright
Raven is near
She's paying her respects
And a Thunderbird does a fly-by
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
I buried Wisdom & Folly at Indian Graves this afternoon
It was cut in three
The two halves I buried close to each other
When they come back on the next plane
They will have a better chance of finding each other in one piece
The tail, I left hanging on a tree
You don't need a tail to walk upright
Raven is near
She's paying her respects
And a Thunderbird does a fly-by
Written at Indian Graves this afternoon
50 d 14' 39" N
114 d 21' 47 W
Published on a crescent of fire and light
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