Wooden Sky (The)
The Lonesome Death Of Helen Betty Osborne
It was the same auburn hairbut her body lay barewhere the night had left it coldand shaking for home.Her mother was strong andshook free of the lawcried "come awake childand for god's sake come home."I whispered her name andfinally she came to me baringthe holes she'd namedand pieces she'd saved.I said "child you're a messlet's just try and forget thattheir names were all well knownand your story well told."It was a frightening dreamone of colours and screamsfrom a girl whose Indian bloodwas fresh on the snowwhere the steam freely rosefrom those 52 holes that they'd leftin her chest, in her head, in her hands.
From Letras Mania