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Nomad and Wife
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Her dying bones
which still have the strength
of moon and fight are held
up on his altar-hut.
Watching over – a small
figure with the once milking
flow of feminine
curve and charm.
He will not be undone
by the pain or
winter’s fast approach.
(He places a carved bird at her feet.)
He has killed for her dignity
marred and she for the power of his
wide-set eyes. They touch
hand to weatherworn hand
and know the sensation
singular like the sun
is singular in its power
to bless or deprive.
They do not smile, their union
is too rich for such
a soft space between.
(They remember their children)
Watching as her life departs,
his anguish echoes the high plains
undefended, heard only
by the gods. And the trees
so placid, absorb each cry,
accepting.
Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Synchronized Chaos” June 2018
https://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-june-2018/
http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-6/
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