Sunday, January 21, 2007

The Tall Grass

On the lonely nights, the dead wait
In the Tall Grass, painted faces
Shining in the pale light
Of the Coahuila moon.

They stand, line by line,
Singing their quiet song,
Singing, until even the coyotes
Tuck tail and cower in silence.

The world moves on
Without them,
But it will return one day.
It always returns.

And so on lonely nights,
In the Tall Grass,
The dead hide, and sing, and wait.
The dead wait endlessly.

5 Comments:

Blogger iamcoyote said...

Spooky, Milo. It reminds me of the Dead Marshes in the LOTR book - when Gollum says not to follow the lights. I think there was a song in the book about the dead from an ancient battle, watching and waiting, knowing that mankind is doomed to repeat their mistakes over and over again.

8:53 PM  
Blogger Spc. Freeman said...

Coyote,

Interesting. Never really thought of that. I actually was inspired to write this after a particularly vivid nightmare I had falling asleep on the back of a five-ton, listening to "Lipan Conjuring" by Tool. Give it a listen if you want a deeper grasp of the poem. Later.

Milo

9:07 PM  
Blogger cinnabari said...

I think this one's my favorite yet, but I admit a fondness for the lingering dead.

...that sounds extremely fucked up. Heh.

10:02 PM  
Blogger iamcoyote said...

Love me some Tool, Milo, I totally see your pov now. Musta been a pretty bad dream. I hate when they stick with you all day like that. You need some good sleep - are you still going to be getting R&R soon? Heavy decisions and lack of sleep don't mix.

10:46 PM  
Anonymous soul pumpkin said...

...another stunning piece, Milo...hope that your heavy decisions are resolved and your life path becomes clear...
...peace, brother...

2:18 AM  

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