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All Wrong Horses on Fire That Go Away

In the Rain

By Sarain Frank Soonias
i wont say his name
bring me a child to leave on a mountain first
bring me a village to slaughter
a club with heft
put it in my palm
and bring me the father first
they will breed ruinous children
they will never love
ghosts without
lost
missing all around them like wet mind at family dinner
i will rip the heart out of his failing chest
and show him what loss looks like
and i’ll summon forgiveness from somewhere beyond me
and his blackened oily root will be returned
and he will go on his way
forgiveness cannot be above us
theirs is a single canoe to the middle of a quiet lake
​and their notion of eternity
asking for a comforting voice
and hearing none

Faint

By Sarain Frank Soonias
faint
when they came for me
the world became very quiet
a lifetime waiting on thrashing
and tooth and nail
but it goes the other way
complied quietly
and the desperation was a nose and mouth
breaching the surface at a crowded beach
​i was bred to watch quietly
in a nightmare upon awakening


I Was Not Ready to Leave

By Sarain Frank Soonias
i woke
and wondered for a moment
what could become of what i know
for time was i the ghost of another
and mind would swim out and float up
again and again
untethered like the calf of summer
but what watches
and how it feels to wash away
carrying me down somewhere new
falling into clouds and what more
without
once in a flow bubbling red and other ways
to walk into the deep green forest till you forget the word
​my mother and father are peace
and i was not ready to forget it all


Maybe I Love 69 Because

By Sarain Frank Soonias
i don’t think it ever ends
maybe i love sixty-nine because i’ve been here many times
a guys understanding of things sure would change
maybe not the whole reason
but big thundering dogs racing in tandem across the field
breathe heavy like thoroughbreds
bears bark and huff
my feet are on stone on grass
but if i blink too long
things might be different
real different
my jeans have been dried too many times
and we can’t drink the water
i'm trying as hard as i can
but you can’t rush the tide
​hell why would you want to


Sarain Frank Soonias is a Cree/Anishnaabe writer residing in Vancouver, Canada. He recently helped his younger brother create the forthcoming Frank Gypsum Show for television and has two new series in development. Sarain enjoys songwriting and occasionally performing stand-up comedy. Poems from his initial collection, ALL WRONG HORSES ON FIRE THAT GO AWAY IN THE RAIN, will be featured in Carousel Magazine and The Temz Review. 
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