To whom do I pray?
\nI pray to my mother,
\nwho prayed to her mother,
\nwho prayed to her mother,
\nwho watched her mother
\nabove the fire.
\nWho watched her mother
\nperish in a river,
\nwho watched her mother
\nwalk away frozen in despair,
\nand a hundred thousand prayers
\ngo by.<\/p>\n
A hundred-hundred thousand words,
\npetroglyphs,
\nmoaning songs,
\nand dear children of life
\nwho pray in the dead of night,
\nacross their fires,
\nin the terror of a lonely sleep.
\nInterrupted on a place
\nnowhere to be found,
\nin a universe too huge
\nto bear on small shoulders,
\nchild of dust and dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
To whom do I pray? I pray to my mother, who prayed to her mother, who prayed to her mother, who watched her mother above…<\/p>\n