I will walk away tonight,
to the far beyond:
beyond shadowy corners,
and beyond the clouds where
gods gather, witness;
In the shadow of the oak,
where we play, my sister and I:
catching a butterfly, now,
digging into the smelly earth,
it's a worm then curling up my finger
that I go chasing after her.
Laughter breaks into a kite
severed, and flows away
into the distance.
Gods come alive in clay,
that we gather after rains
and give form to and
colour as we like. Disregarding
where tusks should
and shouldn't lie.
Wild fires were not fun.
Not least for those twins
******* as embers crackle in the rain.
Did the pups die?
Who will answer to their
mum, weeping through the nights?
The sun set fire to the entire
horizon every lonely night
before retiring.
As we gather into our blankets
hearing tear drops dripping in pots
and crickets dance.
Far beyond the skies
beyond the heart of darkness,
I will walk away tonight,
beyond shadowy corners;
beyond the clouds where
gods gather witness;
