All Wrong Horses on Fire That Go AwayIn the RainBy Sarain Frank Soonias
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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 FaintBy 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 LeaveBy 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 BecauseBy 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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