The hills step off into whitness
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them
The train leaves a line of breath
Horse the colour of rust
Hooves, dolorous bells -
All morning the
Morning has been blackening.
A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.