sonlight
a purple feather
stuck in
the field
lashes braying
stuck out
like a sore thumb
and was the
only indication
that I was
ever there
over the brown
incandescent
salt flats
and rocky cliffs
where the wind has no name
and the gulls and the ravens
cast orders from on high
where the disappearing star
in the heavens
leaves chaos and nightmares
in its wake
where people hide
and memories are desecrated
and the history of a man
is lost into the
waves of the night
