even bison chase heaven

even bison chase heaven

By Amy Wu

the tune of the plains is

windy where the chords rain

like the sinking doorsteps to the end

soft muddied humus drains into the horizon

and they carry imprints of life

with choruses of burgeoning flesh

it beats like mine does, draining into the

crevices of a wary ravine, collapsing on

the thick tissue of a slaughtered body

but obstinate limbs clutch onto this grass which is

dying, frail and motionless

croaking a despair from below

yes, send me a sign that

it thrashes momentarily before it pauses

for one final breath

and gets up

lifted into an oblong of content nothingness

thrown back down onto this terre to lay in

it is not just degrading life

but a sustaining beat

this song of porcelain hope

mellow to the touch

herded into the glistening pearl

the pinks of the sky await

failing only itself

like them I too chase something

sick and alive.

Amy Wu is a senior at Mountain View High School. She enjoys writing poetry as a means to explore her

heritage, deep-rooted familial connections, and the origins of her own philosophies.

Rowyn Michels is a senior at Savannah Arts Academy. Her favorite media to use are colored pencils and

acrylic paint. Her work is often inspired by animals and nature.