Gods live in these mountains

They light up the clouds from beneath

Like smoke rising from the hot belly

Of a coal fire 

I stomp jelly legged

Danger partnering scuffled steps

Down cracking roads

As the blinking eyes of light

From distant farms

Shine through the pines

Dense as a wolf's pelt

On the rippling shoulder

That walks the horizon

And pauses at Black Peak

To crane it's neck

And howl the names of its deities

Into the dust red sky 

- Theodora Young

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