June 11, 2003las lágrimas funestas [el sueño]the buffalo ran across the hills. hooves thundered against the night's bruised sky. the stars trembled. the moon wept in glowing rays.
i ran with them.
i ran from them.dustclouds billowed tan against the midnight blue spanse of endless backdrop this atmosphere above. so dark, yet the colors shone so brilliantly in the moonlight. the grass beneath my knees richest of deep-set greens. the soil which gave it birth glowing umber. and still the thunder rolled in the background.
time had stopped.
my body - it wasn't mine - fell into a crouch, staring at the cliff that wouldn't make up it's mind how far away to remain. perhaps it was a handful of hundred yards away, far enough so that i could see where it crested plateau above. close enough that i could make out the buffalo that still remained on its side.
thousands of animals paused in wait along the hillside risen cliff before me, curious eyes glinted diamond. some stood, lazily grazing on the lush grasses. some were caught in extended stride for not even time itself could stop the rampaged stampede. they watched as little brother walked up and knelt beside me. out of the corner of my eye i could see the silvered rays of the moon shaped across his bare, tanned skin. the light glinted as gentle breezes flicked in the feathers tied to his long hair.
a moment passed, and with a wry smile i contemplated the amusement of suddenly embracing the sliver of native american heritage that somehow clung to my veins. i wondered what inspired this.
though there wasn't time to think of this anymore. the herd had begun to move. it was time to run with the spirits of the earth and sky.
little brother and i ran. we ran until our feet left the ground and we flew. we rode the humped shoulders of the beasts that charged beside us. we rose on the steam that blasted animal breath. we breathed the sheer power that lifted. our. souls.
all too soon the grassy plains came rushing up and we that soared as eagles cowered like rats. tumbling. sommersaulting. trembling in protective balls as the monstrous hooves hammered the soft ground. those that carried us on their shoulders trampling us to nothing but dust.
just as easily, the herd moved away.
i stood, watching in awe this furry army rumbling away. the sound of their hooves replaced by softest sobs pulling my attention to the left. little brother knelt with the broken body of a little girl. perhaps not so little, as they seemed to be the same age. she had been drug, her body burned by stone and dirt. his face pressed against the soft flesh along the inside of her thigh as tears streamed the full moon's silver soaking into the ground below.
Posted by Wolf at June 11, 2003 11:29 PM
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