Night and full moon. A profane rhythm of Man-throwing unsanctified broncos Stampedes like wildfire Into the sin-colored badlands. Here, nightlong they invent new names, Christening themselves In the cold creek. The dawn sky expels Their lunar voices. Harnessed to sunlight, Sowing the city of silence, They plant their names In the dark. Crazy Horse is dead. Parched buffalo bones. Moonlight weathering in the dry corn. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS CONSCIENCE by ROBERT HERRICK MILLS OF DESTINY by EVA K. ANGLESBURG EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 1. THE GARGOYLE by ALBERTA BANCROFT THE SEAGULL by HERBERT BASHFORD AUTHORS IN LONDON by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE SONG OF THE ELEMENTS by MARY ANN BROWNE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: DESIRE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |