Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Numbers 13: In Writing

“See the land, what she is
And the people who dwell therein”

Musky moist
 or bone dust,
How does she
Slide against your skin?

Does she clutch you tight
to her broad breast
or unweave you
fraying threads
a veined river
dragging over her spine?
 A blazing cluster
behind your eyes?

What do you see?
Wondering, wandering
in this expanse
where the rocks leap
and your name echoes
hollow and consumed

Look up
look down
Soil to sky
Suspended over the void
a fly in her web

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