The Prince of Rivers
July 1, 2007
Jul 1, 2007
In the land of rivers I was the prince of rivers.
In the land of houses I lived in a thousand houses.
In the land of scattered bones my bones were scattered
by worshipful princes who carried each one like a scepter.
I was there and a breeze eddied around me.
In the land of questions I was the subject of questions.
I'm sorry what was lost was found utterly changed.
I could see through the sky and bring down the lonely stars.
When I was happy, lambs were born. They stood up
enacting their first dance of balance. In the land of frost
I was never cold. A warm breeze eddied around me.
When I thundered the sky tore like paper. Beyond the sky
the sky tore and rain fell into the moon's dark holes.
In the land of eagles I received messages from eagles.
I'm sorry the moon is a fake gray plate. I'm sorry the day
is so dark. In the land of the future I saw men of stone.
When I was sad all the seas swelled. The islands
were swallowed and forgotten; books were drenched and forgotten.
When I was old my hair was as long as my story.
I'm sorry the branch bearing fruit is so high.
When I was young trees arched toward me like I was the sun.
I'm sorry the dead are quiet as ash. I'm sorry what's left is so cold.
I knew I could escape through a hole in the sky. Wherever
I wept thick stalks grew. I knew I could weep for a long time to come.
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July 01, 2007