eastern sounds

two gray feet in a post
to be used as straw
while a night turned,
tuned to a weaker chord
lesser strings have cried steps
and carries to finger tip ask
all the loud sides of a hollow
was I your rosewood, ebony, spruce
or cracked for the wet wood of a weak willow
all for your axe, to sharpen it's hit and scrape
while the mother's belly held her best notes
milled, rivered
yelling for all of our early exits