I am a horse eater
I am dungeon seed
my pantheon divided
6/10’s on the other side
of the water 4 generations
walk after crossing
the graveyard in the ocean
exiting doors of no return
I have not returned
in flesh
spirit is more stubborn
memory is everything
then it is more
it is life before life
illumination
in a time of dark lamps
a map leading you
a reason
the way out of no way
it is horse meat cooked
served eaten to hold on to
land sweated bled for
we ate the horses
we kept the land
we had teaspoons in a
land of bulldozers
we used our spoons
used stones to plug
the hole in the bucket
that was only half
full of water in the
first place we
grew out of the land
like promises tumbleweeds
on route 66 on trains west
looking for dreams
dreamers with teaspoons
carving the path they
walked on walking away
sometimes
when it melted sometimes
daring to fight sometimes
sometimes
able to rise
from the battle field
whole enough to know
how to win
stop fighting
taking the loss moving migrating
fleeing refugees with a teaspoon
and buckets with holes
the memory of the taste
of horse flesh pushing
us forward with hope
on our breath