epona

we strap you tightly with a

weighty cloak of

your brother's flesh

next we will place a wide metal bar way back into your molars

wrap it with your sister's skin

and pull it back with some braided cousin straps

we're gonna nail some heavy metal disks

into the ends of your fingernails and toenails too

and then you can carry our fat asses and all our shit around

on your back

or maybe

there's another way

I know your mother

she is my friend

I saw you born

and wove some soft blankets

from the lovingly brushed hair

of our pastoral friend

I soaked the hair in tea made from flowers

that made me think of you

my fingers tracing every string of the weave

every day of your life

we have talked

I have fed you from my hand

and soothed your energy sacred

one day

in the warm shelter

the smell of sweet grass

we'll take off together

with the blanket I made for us

I'll braid your mane

while you browse the flowers

it'll be our mosey