the sun was orange, I had to stare
the moon was almost full in the sky
the turkeys coo on roosting boards
one bird is killed from up above
eyes are closed in a pool of blood
but we only wail for a minute – this is how it is. We can see only so much future in the scree. More then that, we move along the same trails as the paws and talons, and there is always a beginning and an end. So we begin again,
until something feels right. And then we stop for a moment and feel fine.