Dragoncrest Cliffs it was still september

they say red skies at night ,
travelers delight. 

but what do they say of 
red moon
red stars
red water

he staggers in with his fish
focus 

but his body doesn’t
it’s like little strings
in a far away place
control his legs 
his eyes
his tongue 

where?

it’s a question with no answer

another flare of skyfire 
rolls by his belly like thunder 
he sinks into the dirt with a gasp
the fish’s striped body tumbling
its red scales blemished by dirt 

* * *

it’s mid-morning 
and cayetano hasn’t moved

shadows dance around his slumped body
as trade winds ruffle the trees
the grass
the little birds whirling past —

all while his right hand grasped
for the last memory held in his mind;
his body felled mid crawl
in the direction of kheviel’s den.