eclipse Posted November 27, 2013 Share Posted November 27, 2013 Ten winds the american Indian finished a butterfly danceand whispered to a horse he had tamed a few daysearlier,"times waters are scattered by the winds daughtersand the red eyes of death are closed by the nitheringwarmth of winter's breath"Rains started spreading to a porch where a pregnant womanslept with a butterfly resting on her stomach, thebutterfly would not waver against prairie winds and felta kick from the child inside.A few days passed ten winds brothers returned frombattle, red legs the eldest had been killed, "the spiritof ten legs lays in a cradle" ten winds muttered.The pregnant woman had since given birth and sang to herson, "lord guard my child from the cunning of the wildand the disguises of the damned and the defiled".At five years old the boy would rock on his wooden horseand sing in unison with his mother who was in a rockingchair-"times sands are scattered death's hands areflattered by ruby rings placed on it's fingers by warlovers who sing to fattened vultures on the wing". Thechild closed his eyes and could see the ghosts of deadsoldiers mistake the sound of wild horses advancing forthe echoes of battle.Ten winds sat on his horse with his eyes closed andchanted-"red legs where is heaven?", the ghosts chanted-"lord protect the living". Ten winds the child and theghosts all sang-"mine eyes hath seen the glory of thecoming of the lord he is trampling out the vintage wherethe grapes of wrath are stored".Four years passed death was woken from his bed the risenmoon of red by the scorching blast of rapacious gunsgazing on fallen sons spraying deaths encompassing lens.On a battlefield a butterfly arrived floating fire on it's wings hovering in front of the drummer boy-"where is heaven?" a one eyed soldier enquired,the boy pointed to the flames and the soldier could see his name through the fire.A few miles away visions of war rushed through the mind of ten winds, he painted a butterfly on his chest and flames on his back, the spirit of the one eyed soldier passed through him and sang-"Earth with war I'm done fires sustain me as i surrender to heaven's sun, the moon drifts with the night tides dreams lift sleepers as they ride on waves, while my brothers rise from graves ready to govern war ravished slaves woken by death demanding the tides return, sleepers eyes earn his gaze. Ten winds restore rapture to the core of soldiers assassins and executioners. I will leave a lilting paradigm within this song and the boy must drum divining rhythms till he arrives upon silence and the advancing echoes of angelic percussion passing through heaven's sun preparing to stun guns heaving and visions leaving the dead like bullets.The last embers of the fire have blown mourners mark my grave unknown glove the earth as i am torn from it's tapestry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Join the conversation
You can post now and register later. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.