Ten winds

en winds the american indian finished a butterfly dance and whispered to a horse he had tamed a few days earlier,"times waters are scattered by the winds daughters and the red eyes of death are closed by the nithering warmth of winter's breath" Rains started spreading to a porch where a pregnant woman slept with a butterfly resting on her stomach, the butterfly would not waver against prairie winds and felt a kick from the child inside. A few days passed ten winds brothers returned from battle, red legs the eldest had been killed, "the spirit of ten legs lays in a cradle" ten winds muttered. The pregnant woman had since given birth and sang to her son, "lord guard my child from the cunning of the wild and the disguises of the damned and the defiled". At five years old the boy would rock on his wooden horse and sing in unison with his mother who was in a rocking chair-"times sands are scattered death's hands are flattered by ruby rings placed on it's fingers by war lovers who sing to fattened vultures on the wing". The child closed his eyes and could see the ghosts of dead soldiers mistake the sound of wild horses advancing for the echoes of battle. Ten winds sat on his horse with his eyes closed and chanted-"red legs where is heaven?", the ghosts chanted-" lord protect the living". Ten winds the child and the ghosts all sang-"mine eyes hath seen the glory of the coming of the lord he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored". Four years passed death was woken from his bed the risen moon of red by the scorching blast of rapacious guns gazing on fallen sons spraying deaths encompassing lens. On a battlefield a butterfly arrived floating fire on it's wings hovering in front of the drummer boy-"where is heaven?" a one eyed soldier enquired,the boy pointed to the flames and the soldier could see his name through the fire. A few miles away visions of war rushed through the mind of ten winds, he painted a butterfly on his chest and flames on his back, the spirit of the one eyed soldier passed through him and sang-"Earth with war i'm done fires sustain me as i surrender to heaven's sun, the moon drifts with the night tides dreams lift sleepers as they ride on waves, while my brothers rise from graves ready to govern war ravished slaves woken by death demanding the tides return, sleepers eyes earn his gaze. Ten winds restore rapture to the core of soldiers assassins and executioners. I will leave a lilting paradigm within this song and the boy must drum divining rhythms till he arrives upon silence and the advancing echoes of angelic percussion passing through heaven's sun preparing to stun guns heaving and visions leaving the dead like bullets.The last embers of the fire have blown mourners mark my grave unknown glove the earth as i am torn from it's tapestry.