Good Words
Stephen Dunning

All night she sends
her heart down through her flesh
and bone, giving good
rhythm to us. The morning star
spins jackals into the meadow
their amber fur
spun through the spongy green.
It has taken a lifetime for us
to rise and eat
insects, sweet worms, this meat
hanging from Mother's bones.
At last, bodies full, our beat
steady and strong, Mother's heat
fades. We pack up, we go.

ISBN 0-9624453-3-9
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