MOVING ON AND ON GLOW
And the sky cut fear like diamonds
drowning in the blood of missionaries
come to steal the gold and hold it
while the people moved through the highlands
watching as the sky cloak fell
what did all of this sweat and panic mean
with jagged woven patterns
draped over the wild horse
saddle blankets buckskin amid the barrage
and the telegraph beat out messages
but the day was pushing on to night
down below the bay was swarming
with hidden efforts painted long boats
striped in fools gold moved from shore
the jail house is full of remembrances
as the aces and deuces fall
cold comfort for those left in the wake
and we dream of solidarity
with solidity and solemnity in their tow
let no man tear asunder the lonely footsteps
melting in the glow
B I R D
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©2006, Frederick Douglass Perry, All Rights Reserved
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