Walker:
The rules were slow in this land
The grit forgotten where blown
Rain believed with vigor
A wisher bitter from the burden
I will carry my fears, them my soul
They sniff my shit and know me
I see glimpses, faint sunset glowing
In watercourses and brushtrees
Little things precede the light
Worries like birdcalls become breezes
Circulate and discriminate
The baked rock, the whispered shadows, the seed
That which cannot grow, that which is unknown
That which lies dormant out of need
Coyote:
Hear my songs
Place the earth cold, close
In the path of your retreating
From the stars, the wind, and I
Take your frames of comfort
Your bastions of fatality
(Meager fears of that dusty end)
Stretch them to the void
Breath with the voices in this night
Living chained to the shodden and the wheeled
Makes one fond of the scraps left
After reason does its bidding
If the whole of the plain came bowing
You would remain proofless
This place you keep in your heart
A snatch of belief you have run
From the kill and swallowed
Then forgotten how to feed
When you shit on the trail
I will sniff your anonymous tuff
And declare it divine.