Caravan of Shadows

It jangles and grunts along

Taking its desert time

Staring through eyes of the dead

Through chalk white bone licked by the sun

I thought my arm was sliced by

the shadow of a buffalo herd rather than obscene

They set fire to the Pequod, claimed sweet

Sacrifice to their

Lord...

An atmospheric sea rolls down the cliffs of

ordered statues

A full breasted woman with lips of flaming horses

that whinny and shake themselves to bits

I could look at your

Face for

the millenia we shape together,

A dark bodice of energy clasped in the hands rain

makes, and, to the point, starlings dart through the storm like

Sparks,

Electric whispers that poke

Holes through the

curtain of night.