Just standing on rich brown earth,
Cold damp seeping, skin to bone.
Wind ripping apart doubts and fears,
Scattering their tooth-marked bones to the ground.
Lightening cracking open anger’s flames,
Their flickering red light exposing heart’s well of grief.
Ancestral souls, watching from the shadows with deep-set eyes,
Dancing and chanting our way back home.
© David R. Durham, 2016, All Rights Reserved.