What Filters Through the Copper Stain

A shifting boulder pierced my side

When I was young

And I let silence

Sour

Hot

Pinch powder into seeds

Inside the black box



When I woke up

The patch of skin was new

Sewn up with glass



The winter

Livestock tried to scream

I bled

I faked it

Stole the coat from him

Bore tunnels

Couldn't keep her

Never found the inlet in the lake

Looked up when there was darkness in the hall



A copper stain had shrouded me

In blue and red and green

The colors of the earth, but more serene