Thursday, April 11, 2013

Joshua Tree

of sandy crust and
mosquito song
Around and up I twist my hands
toward sky beyond bush, bird, beetle

of screeching shrikes
My thumbs the helpless killing floors
of writhing lizards
Their blood runs down my arms

toward altars to erosion
who appeared but were not formed
Time forces them ever higher
My roots ever wider

starving for the water
who fled taking all gods except
the Sun.

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