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Children posed
Who Are You? Children?
oil on canvas
48 x 62"

The Ancient Ones at Trail’s End
A Response Poem by Maj Ragain to Who Are You? Children?

We are not children.
We walked out of the wood’s womb
before the first light.
We wait now at the edge of razor grass,
picketed by the wooden teeth fence.
Down the long, narrow trails,
we linked hands, the five of us,
our legs kissed by summer,
poison oak, trumpet vine, nightshade.
In the clearing, we unraveled
into who we had always been,
the heavy bucket of the skull,
the noise in the chest, the hands
that long to fly away like
strange, knuckle-winged birds,
to call back to us from treetops.

I am the sighted one.
Only I can see what is coming for us.
Our flame headed sister has fired her
last musket ball at the wounded moon.
The beasts have found the breech in the fence.
This is the time we have feared.
- Maj Ragain
This work is in a private collection.