for vocalist Urna Chahar-Tugchi
urna sculpts a thousand horses of dust, wind
naked on the steppes, unutterable lullaby
to the gale, a tempest flower.
she keens for the lonely arc we leave
our little ones,
desert wails for the breach of each birth:
bless me with your wept howl
molting foal, mare shying from the bit.
to rain the clarity of your cry
“desert throat” first appeared in MiPOesias (Winter 2007).