From the dunes of the crystal desert far off in the Eitherlands
Where the sun stretches horizon to horizon
He wore a mask of marbled bone
And carried a satchel of dried leaves that trembled in their restless sleep
He hungered for nothing in his flesh
For the dust of the Ebony Matron's womb was
Pressed into a shallow dish of water from the sea
And pasted across his cheeks, under his mask
And the dunes rolled in a sun-soaked stillness, frozen in heat
Until he came to a small headstone of compressed clay
The inscription gnawed both by sand
And Memory
He placed the small jar
Filled it with water
As the tea leaves swirled, glistening
A thin arm shot up from the grave and grasped his coat sleeve
A black cloud as if of flies burst from the sand beneath the jar
And then there was a small girl of gray skin and dark eyes
Clutching his wrist
He reached out and touch the stream of tears on her right cheek
And wiped the moisture onto her left ankle
He took two fingers and dipped them into the tea of the jar
And wiped it onto her right ankle
Her tears became dust and blew away
She gazed upon his mask and asked,
"What is your wish?"
He lifted his mask just enough to sip the tea from the jar.
"I wish to know what you always wanted that you never received."
Her eyes shone as if the tears would flow anew.
"A kiss on the forehead."
He sipped the tea a second time.
He spat upon his left hand and rubbed it on his mask.
With the same two fingers, he pressed them to his lips
Then he pressed the same fingers two her forehead
And she blinked.
"I mourn for those who never knew you," he whispered.
"I mourn for myself," she sighed.
"As you should," he nodded.
And she became agitated and reached out to him, crying
"O Father, Father I've been waiting for you to find me! Hold me!"
And she expired and slept on the heated sand, her tears turned to ink
He emptied the tea upon her.
And she became a heap of gray ashes in the shape of a dove,
licked at by the breeze.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shadow Chatter
PoesíaBetter read with an open mind. Best read with an empty mind. A Spiritual Text and Testament Artwork by the Author