the truth is that I never loved
\nthe land this dirt communion
\nmy father\u2019s blackened fingernails
\ndesperate cupping blossoms
\nhis lips babbled out of names<\/p>\n
each day he tracks the sun
\nand like a blind runt loses
\nhimself winced shivering
\nsore hands twitching broth
\nto his mouth in firelight<\/p>\n
given to wrinkles mother
\na hag a sag of rags impossible
\nto remember her bone-smooth
\nbody rising from the swirl herself
\na garden soft as twilight once<\/p>\n
I stalked into sky and found
\nonly sky nothing
\nancient booming mountainous
\nnothing huddled behind clouds
\nto beg or bless or pardon<\/p>\n
wilderness is the courage yes
\nto say brother let us go
\nsee our true faces in the river
\nand strike until his blood
\nripens my broken stone<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Cain the truth is that I never loved the land this dirt communion my father\u2019s blackened fingernails desperate cupping blossoms his lips babbled out of names each day he tracks the sun and like a blind runt loses himself winced shivering sore hands twitching broth to his mouth in firelight given to wrinkles mother a […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":253,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[351,353],"tags":[355],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n