Lambs were bled here.
A horse was buried on this land
so we could stack a chapel over him.
One man caught him, rope-bound him,
unfastened all his teeth.
Two winters came, one after the next,
then everything was snow.
We lost our habit of expecting
flowers in the spring.
One May, the chapel horse
rose swiftly through the floor,
took the Christ child from the altar,
and carried him to woods
where sometimes, far from view,
trees would marry each other.
The maples were the ones
we liked to wound—
piercing bark to get the sap to drip,
boiling that to make a candy.
This was when a blessing meant
We said a hanged man blessed
the hilltop with his feet.
Claire Cronin is an artist from Los Angeles who makes performances, songs, and poems. She has shown work and performed collaboratively at venues across the county, including The Hammer Museum, Redcat, Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions, and Machine Project. Claire is currently studying poetry in the MFA program at UC Irvine and tweets for H_NGM_N journal. Her work can be found online at: clairecronin.com.