OUR REFLECTION OUR IDOL

Across the knuckles of a single road 
Cutting the crumbled bank 
The piebald fawn was last to follow 
With a sobbing winter 
Shivering and shaking 

Down the apple valley 
Cradled into mothers wooden hip 
The women dance naked 
The men chew their trips 
Shivering and shaking 

Leaving the body for dirt 
With humble courage, cross over 
The winter is long 
Shivering and shaking 

-K.M.O