Valley of Proud Men
Sorrowed down
 In the dirt of an unbloomed rose
 I seek the light of a moon so weak
 It cannot lift it's head.
 What made me think
        I could find my way
 Out of
 This treacherous valley?
 Where blood and bone
 Have gone to ash
 And dreams
 Have turned to dust?
 I hear the cries of moaning men
 Their specks of life 
 Snatched up by dogs
 And buried under ground.
 The whispers of the Old Ones rise
 In the mouths of angry crows
 And when they fly, the sky turns black
 Like an endless, celestial sea.
 I am an apparition now
 Not dead or alive, not breathing breath
 The ghosts of bison run me down
 And the wolves devour my heart.
 See them roaming
 The tired brown earth?
 Looking for flesh
        Of tired proud men?
 The proud men 
 Are all gone now
 They live in memory
 On the eyelids of the dead.
 This is the place of massacre,
 The land of boiling blood,
 The resting place of those
 Who cannot rest in death.
 And I, you ask me, who am I?
 I am the future that never was
 The yesterday that died unborn
 And the tomorrow that never came.
 I am the nightmare
 And eyeless vision,
 Bitter water pooling forth
 From the chasms of the earth.
 Searching for the tall, green corn
 And drums that beat for dancing
 Riding on the backs of beasts
 That no longer dare to fly.
 I am the voice of children, silenced
 And the howl of wolves, unheard
 I am the desolation falling
 That blankets out the sun.
 Ride with me, my angry crow!
 My hungry dog, my empty bow!
 Ride with me on the bones of steeds
        Lying buried in the dust.
 The mountains taunt me with their crowns
 Stretching arms of evergreen
 Point to splendor on their peaks
        Made virgin white with snow.
Calling me with teasing smile
To stand and walk the walk of men
The talking trees command me Come
And cool my fever with singing wind.
And I reach forth my eager hands
As seasons change and crawl away
Again and again seeking reprieve 
Touching my lips to the face of the sky.
The horse neighs,
The crow caws, the dog growls and sighs
As over and again, 
My hands fall to my side.
For the valley won't let me go
The valley won't let me go
I'm the shadow in the valley
Of the shadow of Death
 ©by Voo
 June 28, 10
 7 p.m.




