Cosmia

I ran through the fields last night and thought maybe you

Could rediscover that our skin breathed a powerful hue

The stretch of wind, the Earth

Oh, the bleeding birth

Lay on sand on top of the hill and be there alone

There is nothing left except human bones

The signs that tell us that you ran all the way through woods

And you were terrified when no one could understand you

I looked down at my feet and were floating on the air

I saw the cosmia grow through strands of broken hair

I saw the glow of rocks

But no ones going to talk