...OR FIRE is an excerpt taken from: CLOUDS PART IN SUN

Artwork & Poetry © Fanny Renoir: 1999

(Joan Renee Sun Cloud)

FANNIE RENOIR

Bury me somewhere on Earth Where My

New skin Can Find me

Wrapped in an Ancient Rug

With a bowl of corn - - a fork - -

Among the rocks of the Black Hills of

South Dakota

or like my great father's spirit

(walking on white skies)

Above the ground Wrapped in Skins

Maybe Banana

1.

The Mystic Dude

in a rabbit fur kapp drinks a coke, - -

He's from Poughkeepsie, Eisenhower Jacket, - - Bloke, --

(The Red Knight in a fur of Foxie Felt,

Flips Flame on a branch of Pelts.)

The branch of pelts

Is shaped like a crow

Everywhere there is Crows

The sun are a crow,

The sun are black, shiny, luminous,

Onyx, Ebony, Crystal, Intense,

The Horse I am riding is smoke.

2.

The scarecrows of the Parallelograms of Fire,

Among the ashes the Ghosts of Indian Runners,

Medicine Priests, Totems, Other Directors

 

Ghosts, Bones, Banes, Totems, Directors

Hands and Feet of Saints

Skins of Snakes, When I - -

Die

Place me with Gentle ferociousness

Like a wolfine on a Calculation of Silk

Somewhere on Earth where my new skin

can find me

Place me with the piercing AgapÈ of the

ballet sky-eyed warriorette

where my bones

Can be nuzzled by the flecks of gold

in Dakota lights, dark or light