Lone Prairie Hymns
aboriginal saintly crickets painted
in thier red dust bleached masquera
jump jubilently in the drygrass.
dark yellow paint chips erode away
on a lone steeple house.
they fall to the ground like scorched
pigments off of a dusty wrinkeled brow.
inside walking around on creeky floorboards
an array of bearded bright eyed bootstraped
men fellowship.
dizzied daylight creeks through an
old clanky fan on a window pane.
it harmonizes slowly with the
houses of the native holy sons
and daughters, who create an
original psalm.
Copyright © Nathan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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