rocks
when winters warning whispers through the crisp
and mourning airs that played by winnowed branches
upon the sadness of the skies of far away
the years and yearning roll back o'er the spines of hills
to long ago when we were wet among the leaves of
bright summers yesterdays
those days among the joys of being
elegiac among the chorus of humanity
and how we loved and lived and loved
and mother earth it loved us in abundance too
for we were beautiful
where is that rock among the key stones of maternity
that fractured dies in dust among the darkest lines of night
whose moon in covert menstruation bleeds unto the heavens
and whose luteal flow is tract among the starry ways
that we may learn from celestial bullets
careening who knows where upon their random journey through
the vacuous echelons of time and spatial being
spectres more than memories
to the glories of whom we were
and foundations 'pon
which we are builded day by day