Preamble to the West

Can’t lick the witch wind that carries rumors
over shining aurora-lit prairies:horror of what involves gentle on the daybreak
of the thoughts. Will you allow me to risefrom my sinkhole, to attract within the filth
the garnet ring my grandmother offered for gasjust to outlive? Arrive nameless,
starved on hardtack and disgrace,on this place the place she was erased? How will
you animate this forgotten historical past?Pepper the disarray with white-hooded
prairie schooners crammed with calico-clotheddivas gathering their brood alongside
militant fathers donning wide-brimmed hats?It’s pure to wish to lie while you
look within the mirror, see you might be nakeddown to the crimes. Let me inform you, honey,
fact is the concord your tune has beenmissing. Set down a soapbox and let me
step up and sing out in regards to the nakedand the lifeless. The ghosts we’ve not but seen dress
the woods of your tales. Let your candyapple cowboys die in their very own desert
till my grandmother’s identify is spokenlike the emergency it has develop into.