Prayer Bones

And the nights were long, weren't they? Cavernous

Things, they drew you to them, outward and away-

To the hungering fields wracked with winter.

The nights were fathomless; the wind, the low hills

Dwindling. The unforgiving light was your own.

You fell to your knees, didn't you? Lost yourself

To the frostbitten ground. Tore at the gracelessness

Inside of you, while helplessly calling her name.

Until, as from nothing, nothing would open.