Piebald (Poetry)

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


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