Let the bears run down past the murky streams!
And does stare into the sky
while the garnet moon reflects a starry green
off of lazy eyes!
I am far from home
and the countryside sweeps in grand arms around me
a usurping host,
bereft of noise or soul
but chanting an older story
more accustomed to the ears of wolves
than to mine,
trembling woman.
     The most human I feel here is standing in the cemetery
knee deep in the souls of those taken by the green.
Inescapable heath!
Will I join those locked in your peat?
And feed more than what man can dare dream of?
My god,
You wish to see me drowned in your rivers
dashed on your rocks
Oh, beat of the city, I long for you!
More than any lover's embrace.
For you, the gun
the noose
the pill bottle
very human deaths
all await me.
But here
I am tempted by the unfamiliar
and I fear that I shall die in this alien pull.
     What difference am I to a groundhog
being eaten by a coyote
beside the rive bank?
To this land, no no different.
And the only mark I can leave on this land
is perhaps the scraping marks of my feet
as I plod
back
to my dorm.