For Bailey

We were entwined in red rings  
Of blood and loneliness before  
The first snows fell
Before muddy rivers seeded clouds  
Above a virgin forest, and  
Men ran naked, blue and black  
Skinned into the warm embraces  
Of Sheba, Eve and Lilith.
I was your sister.
You left me to force strangers  
Into brother molds, exacting  
Taxations they never
Owed or could ever pay.
You fought to die, thinking  
In destruction lies the seed  
Of birth. You may be right.
I will remember silent walks in  
Southern woods and long talks  
In low voices
Shielding meaning from the big ears  
Of overcurious adults.
You may be right.  
Your slow return from
Regions of terror and bloody
Screams, races my heart.
I hear again the laughter  
Of children and see fireflies  
Bursting tiny explosions in  
An Arkansas twilight.

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