©2022 Michael Raven
drawn through the harrow
metal tine shudderscratch
tattooed on my flesh
all crimes committed in
my head
and dreams, those
too
time to wash clean
dried blood and red
weary of dancing the
ghost i dig
friable dry soil to
bury the bones of my
grandfather \and
maybe the father, too
one last ceremony
tobac jingle shells
a dancing dancing
shatterbone tip-tapping
before i wake once more
sceadugenga 