When the horse's silhouette comes out of the fog
Behind Maple trees and Oak wood protection
A floor of frost breaking in rhythm under your feet
Pressing on into the clearing
Eagle & Sparrow on the same hunt
Sections of blood, haunting intuition
Hanging from a tree, wrapped in calf skins
Second man naked on the ground, white & blue from the cold
Southwestern pride met with native tongue and fright
A child steps out from behind the trees
Tears and shaking the story comes clean
There is a pollution in the air that carries on the temperature
Mother and child safe, not safe enough
Dying down from the night's screaming the fires smokes out
Following the smoke's trail in the sky they move
Protecting the memories of feather beds
Silenced by tragedies of survival
Along the winter path the past tense drifts away
No where left to stay
Making home with blankets and dust
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