Hibernation's End

[oysternaut]

the lamenting beast awakens
with a shiver of sadness-
like the ghost of ripples across bleached sandflats
-my bones cried out in some soft ancient words.
my skeleton hummed with it.
and the little pockets of air
deep within my bird-boned back
whistled sweetly
like mountain wind
through the mouth of a lost prophet's cave
and from far below I hear the echo, always
("you're not the first," roared trouble.)