ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
ANGEL MOUND
stone spades hammers awls
the walls of the town
pointed bones cocoon pendants of shell-fired clay
beads clay vessels whole and broken
the town is broken fields are now wild meadows
the mounds crowned with woods
the people dispersed all perished
their play and work feast days and summer labor
sweat muscle strain blows the autumn sent
nights bright with stars the rain
poured down they sheltered
songs lifted the heart stories
lit the winter dark a well-known comfort
we bring them out of the earth to be near them
our angels of abandonment not mysterious
remains caught in our hands as reminders