patches of Apache skin
dark and light
near the gates long rusted
these drowning gates
to which you wade
eyes closed
skin drawn tight
fearing me
rabbit fence touch
swimming through tall grass
home in rotting boards
and sweltering eyes
stairway to emptiness
dear empty house
haunted
with breathing flesh
hunched over figure
in the doorway
two glowing points
and malicious intent
I am coming for you
Apache skin
tip and tap
tap and tip
hold your breath
I am restless
outside
tree skin
pressing sky
kisses in the mud
the house on fire
a room full of panicked siblings
an old man frowning
flames reflected in dark water
and darker soot smudged skin
Apache
with all the golden fields
dark haired children
running ghosts down the hills
far off laugh
where the bodies were buried
when the smallpox hit
buried them all with your own hand
and the mules died
outside this very home
old hands
switching lights off
and frowning out the window
no stranger
than stranger skin
those gaslight eyes
in my dreams tonight
clodding steps
on empty stairs
walls open to little children
ghost trains in the starless night
and fingers on Apache skin
come up cold
with bone turned to ash
when the moon sings her waning song
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