My Sister`s Tiny Hands

we came in this world together legs wrapped around each other my cheek against my sister`s we were born like tangled vine we lived along the river where the black clouds never lingered the sunlight spread like honey in my sister`s tiny hands but while picking sour apples in the wild waving grasses sister stumbled in the briar and was bitten by a snake every creature casts a shadowunder the sun`s golden finger but when the sun sinks past the waving grass some shadows are dragged along alone, I took to drinkingbottles of cheap whiskey and staggering through the back woods killing snakes with a sharpened stick but still I heard her laughing in those wild waving grasses still her tiny hands went splashingat the river`s sparkling shore so I took my rusty gas can and an old iron shovel I set the woods to burning and choked the river up with stones every creature casts a shadowunder the sun`s golden finger but when the sun sinks past the waving grass some shadows are dragged along