{"id":1033,"date":"2011-03-13T01:10:27","date_gmt":"2011-03-13T01:10:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1033"},"modified":"2011-03-17T00:28:48","modified_gmt":"2011-03-17T00:28:48","slug":"john-swain-311","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/john-swain-311\/","title":{"rendered":"John Swain, 3\/11"},"content":{"rendered":"

Interlace<\/span><\/h2>\n

Tapestries of hawks unfurled limitless as western sky<\/span>
\n as mountains shattered the reflection of sun on water,<\/span>
\n my singing ancestors wrapped their throats with halo fire.<\/span>
\n The ground of leaves slipped between the white trees<\/span>
\n where I tried to rejoin the future of days ever glowing,<\/span>
\n but this silence flooded like rivers in a chapel emptiness.<\/span>
\n I buried a pocket of coins and feasted on broken bread<\/span>
\n as laying stones held the shine<\/span>
\n in angles of the ecstatic roof the dead climbed into eyes.<\/span>
\n I wear their new skin interlaced with a zodiac bestiary<\/span>
\n and drank the voice piercing the wolf to speak my own<\/span>
\n as the earth arose from itself and through our growth.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Blue Corridor <\/span><\/h2>\n

I walked the blue corridor of accepting stone,<\/span>
\n the cool wall beside held close a towering hill<\/span>
\n and the smooth floor beneath raised the creek<\/span>
\n like the burdening weight of my turning year.<\/span>
\n Then I let go of futile and hurting impatience,<\/span>
\n but after release stillness became my enemy,<\/span>
\n a knife ignited fire in the kindling of my wrist,<\/span>
\n reborn I saw the silhouetting of a golden eagle<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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