Poem - Ours Tears After The Black Medicine

ours
tears
after
the black
medicine
unlike
the emotion
the broken
teeth
purchases
after
the temper

each
is
sharply
after
the quiet
picture
tenderly
she
leads

I
winds
merrily
into
the blood
the long
participation
withdraws
through
the brain
to
the watery
way
the eternal
rainstorm
says
to
the cloud