Night and full moon. A profane rhythm of Man-throwing unsanctified broncos Stampedes like wildfire Into the sin-colored badlands. Here, nightlong they invent new names, Christening themselves In the cold creek. The dawn sky expels Their lunar voices. Harnessed to sunlight, Sowing the city of silence, They plant their names In the dark. Crazy Horse is dead. Parched buffalo bones. Moonlight weathering in the dry corn. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO GOD MY GOD, IN MY SICKNESS by JOHN DONNE A MUSICAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 14 by OMAR KHAYYAM IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON ERRING IN COMPANY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EVENING by ISABELLA LOCKHART ALDERMAN |