Desert Walk
mushroom clouds
kicked up
by the warhead of my shoe
to rile this parched landscape,
alkaline of ruinous scroll,
these dunes
that incant without fortune,
waking at sunset
to play chess with shadows.
no god or gold,
no shatterer of worlds
peturbs the infinite tomb-motes
except my gait.
this amorphous adobe
of despoiled razorbacks
and castles.
no god or gold.
no shatterer of worlds.
no slaughtered cattle
bleached to bone.
no Midas bankers
or Medusan profiteers,
changed into stone.
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