Monday, March 21, 2011

alkali soil & raw flesh

Encased 'neath skeleton chalk rock,


crooked with crags pressing into my sides


gnawing jagged scars deep in naked skin


but I’m comforted by the pain and then


molasses warmth creeps into my muscles


legs at first, then trunk and arms


the numbness seeps, seducing with charms


and I lose the memory of living in a body,


I’m a packed up heap in a dried-out hole


no moisture here to tickle my lips


nor to guzzle, chug, even halfheartedly sip


parched dusty desert terrain squeezing


out memory, sense and mission to maintain.


Alkali soil and raw flesh in chemical collision-


I reach out to stretch with arms restrained


but I only eke a fraction of an inch


before my body starts to jar, spasm and wrench


then sags, slumps and gives way to nature,


a sacrifice to the noonday sun


and the hungry whimsy of nighttime creatures.

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