Good feathers free in the wind
Blue and yellow like the devils from the salt
Bad fires rage in the holy trees
Red and hot like our blood in the dirt and our skin in the sun
Dead bones rattle in the night
Hollow and dry like the hunger of the kingless
Living corpses stalk the hillside
Rotten and limp like the harvest in the fields and the fish in the river
Long summer fades and winter bites
Rapid and fiercely like the dogs of the Spanish
Short tempers squirm in the brain
Beating and howling like the warrior coming home in glory
White paper rolling steam out
Thick and poisonous like the oil and the tear gas
Black bear wrestling a buck
Strong and loving like the sun and her reflection in the water
Rioting pride in my fatherland
Furious and magic like dust in the rain and the flies in the dim
Wincing shame in my fatherland
Lust and lazy like the dog in the mud and the pig in heat
Big horse running down the mountain
Lightning and thunder like the bird in my hand and the grass on her breast
Small man tensing at the moon
Cold and alone like the temple in the jungle and the blood in the soil
