Funeral Analog

Attunement to the red line

Invisible ice to ice umbilical 

Fervent Songs language lost

Halts emptiness' severance attempts 

Snow wears death's old stain 

Visible from satellite 

Silence silenced by 

Cracks and groans

Traveling via pockets

Of Wind's coat 

Fire consume what time did not destroy

Sacred ceremony

Chanting virtuous wishes 

Laying memories captured in flat image

Onto blue and golden flickers gently lit  

Northern Plains

Northern Plains

I see all your pain

When I left it there

Embedded in roots 

Of your blessed tree

You can't talk to me like that

The moon bleaches everything

Broken clean again

Morning heat wakens

Breeze from far away

Wind born from the plain

Before merchants came