Terracotta

We were children, and we were old beyond our years. In autumn, when leaves burn, our skins cooled. We painted our faces and gleamed behind our war-masks— Yours the ...

Once my heart was big I held it high And let calloused hands caress And cup their palms to test my pulse. I rested in folds Like albatross wings

That sullen star sat in between the lumtum turt and the burchadee tree, when there beneath the wuntum leaves, sat the ho hum fiddler and the pertum feef. Said ...