NaPM April 30 2015

[RiverNotch]

i sang about the sun
i sang about the red of dawn
i sang about flowers blooming, pollen spreading
across the chilly air
i sang about melting ice
and streams filling up with water,
mud, and salmon eggs
i sang about the bear
waking up to the smell of juneberries,
to the smell of another season to eat through,
to breed through, to live and die through
i sang about the mountains
rising in the distance
i sang about the eagle
soaring over the sea
i sang about the stones under my feet
i sang about my mother
surrounding me in all her splendor
i sang, i sang, i sang

and then you came, and built a house,
and dragged me to the bed,
stealing me from my mother,
tearing away my throat