Seeker Cass

and that was the story of cassia mertyree
the man for whom a pipe a song and a cheer
was little enough thanks, you can see
for this fine silken woman dipped daubs
of white gooseberry face paint
o'er the crown of the light bringers
recievers! men, women and children
wore its supple heft
you could see it all coming, if you were deft
freedom! the sweet breath of fortune
the lovely laugh, the apple tree
the dance over the frozen, vivid snow
the careful track in the night
forever followed, tracked, hunted
smelled and scented
its hot note coloured on the dusky air
tantalizing