Cowboy

[incantation]

I struggle to read, write but sign
My name on lightning with
A dream after following the condors
Flight. Winds incarnate my horse
As he sleeps near the fire, we
Passed flaming indian reservations
Whose fire didn't reach and trespass
On newly laid train tracks. Blacksmiths
Hammering myths on times anvil.
The red sky reflects wound from
Civil war, photographs
Cannot capture sound of moon
Resting on devils tongue, where
Are they hung, pictures of those
Young and dead, allure of monotony,
Diet of beef, cattle trail run
Across states, five dreams within
A dream, empty barrels of a gun,
Bullets call from the vast spaces
Of the plains. Night winds
And those in dreams never meet,
Unmarked graves from
The war will never be found
By kin. When will my hands
Rise from the river of time
With mirror and final drop of blood,
Last rains fall of definitive west
Onto wings of sleeping bird
Who will wake for first kill, who
Will rise from mirror of
History with quill dipped in indian blood,
Sound of blood breaking glass.