Poem: Desert Walk

 

Desert Walk

 

mushroom clouds

kicked up

by the warhead of my shoe.

 

i rile this parched landscape,

alkaline of ruinous scroll,

such dunes

 

which incant without fortune,

waking at sunset

to play chess with shadows.

 

no god or gold,

no shatterer of worlds

peturbs the infinite tomb-motes.

 

only my gait.

no god or gold.

no shatterer of worlds.

no slaughtered cattle bleached to bone

disturbs the amorphous adobe

of despoiled razorbacks 

and disintegrated castles.

 

no Midas bankers

or Medusan profiteers 

turned to stone.

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