Bones you sip from.

Body art of stone totem’s 

of a land you may never really know 

ancestors wrapped in hollow bone you 

Bring to your lips and sip from history 
A Blue sirus scrawled across calico walls

Of the Octobers widow’s windowless room

Bathed in Ultra violet light 

resuscitating a story of rabbits Lost paws 

and seven skulls buried underneath

fox gloved circled moonstone hills.

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