she cuts her teeth on shadows
of weeping willow. hot dry wind,

blows across the western plain,
engulf the fresh carcass. ceremony

commences. children pay respect in
dance, women through song. old men

capture sound of didgeridoo and clap
sticks; exchanging of gifts. tribute

to sacrifice. bones marry fire. flame
is spirit. girl bears witness to cycle

About Stayne

Welcome to my page and thank you so much for stopping by. I feel honoured to share some of your precious time. These are just a collection of thoughts that have popped into my head and I have managed to store here. I am hoping that one day I will find the time and inspiration to return to these thoughts to edit and craft poems out of them...ah maybe one day.
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