Another Time, Running
Another time, running across
the pink sky I hurried
to keep up with you.
There was blood everywhere
blood on the stones
below
Why wouldn’t you slow down?
Breathless
I can no longer call you.
Brother
you are so much quicker
than the living.
Where
are you going? What are you
running to? What from?
Look,
There is writing in the blood,
stories
I can not keep running across the sky
I must let you go, must go down where the blood
lays cold on the stones—and stories are written.
I must tell the stories.