“Kin” by W.S. Merwin
Up the west slope before dark
shadow of my smoke
old man
climbing the old men’s mountain
at the end
birds lead something down to me
it is silence
they leave it with me
in the dark
it is from them
that I am descended
Up the west slope before dark
shadow of my smoke
old man
climbing the old men’s mountain
at the end
birds lead something down to me
it is silence
they leave it with me
in the dark
it is from them
that I am descended
