Divine Right’s Trip – Gurney Norman
Did he dream about dragons? Did he dream about deer? Did he whisper the names of friends who were near? What songs did they play, and how far away? Why did he whisper, why does she scream? What does the sound of a screen door mean? Who walks in the pasture? Who talks on the hill? Who goes to the cellar, can you feel the chill? Where does the river, when will the wind? How far are the mountains? Where do they end? Why would the church? Did the service begin? Tell me who died, and tell me who cried. Help me to hide in the skin of a deer, my zippered-up bag in the mouth of a stag so swiftly I go through rows of does, it flows, it flows, it flows all over the hill where the green grass grows.