byfor Joe Schranz
- from long away from
behind museum doors from
darkly dusty roomsi hear Grandmother
rattling she rattles
among ten thousand thousand bones
i hear Grandmother
rattling she rattlesshe is frightened alone
among ten thousand thousand bones
taken from warm belly earth
hot heart of earth
that was her resting homecrying cold
shaking on the shelf alone
rattling
among ten thousand thousand bones.we wait for you Grandmother
here in the wood
where you belongthe deer are stamping circles
scratching at the ground
leaning their ears
to listen for your song
but you are gonethe branches of the trees
all ache for you
with their roots below
that once cradled you
bending reaching
to hear your song
but you are gonethe river moans
your missing voice
the grass and stone
are silent as they mourn
and listen listenthe wings of hawks
call out your name
and wonder wonder
where you've goneanswered only by your rattling
from where you shiver
cold alone
among ten thousand thousand bonesGrandmother do not forgive
them they know
what they have donetaken you from
sacred circle light
and left you
in their tomb
among all those other bonefools
they refuse to hear
the anguish in the earth
the cry of fox and pheasant
in your homefools
they refuse to fear
the angry step of spirit horse
whose hoof
shall make a rattling
in their own living boneswe wait for you Grandmother
here in the wood
where it's been so longthe deer are scratching circles
stamping at the ground
leaning their ears
to listen for your songthe branches of the trees
all ache for you
with their roots below
that once cradled you
reaching bending
to hear your songthe river moans
your missing voice
the grass and stone
are silent
as they mourn
and listen listenthe wings of hawks
call out your name
and wonder wonder
where you've gone answered only by your rattling
from where you shiver
cold alone
among ten thousand thousand bonesGrandmother do not forgive
them they know
what they have done.