Ecstatic

the sun had drowned

that day we found the meadow burning

embers of grass rained like fireflies

and we chased them rabidly

far into the hapless night

sister where do you keep your dogs

of war, of pestilence

nobody who has lived as you do

is bereft if them

unless you truly are as you appear

or maybe the field is real

maybe the frozen grass is breaking

as our heels are rising

and where are we anyways

the crash snapping our heads

back into the dream

so far, dark and without touch

I want to say I never forgot you

but we did, we both did

in that pasture where I died

before the sun rose so

epiphytic and entranced

the night sky full of fletchings

all the stars were forms of ice

did you see how they shivered

before falling like insects

embedded in stunned glass

scattered across the memories

on our skin