MEDITATION ON BEASTS & TREES
puzzle thrown to wind, bodies fill the meadow
like litter, garbage. All of the gods have fallen,
no one can hum a tune.
choking fence cars wander,
mile our futures become moans.
Even the clouds are pink with bleeding.
Now, listen to the rustling. Trash
is being rifled through: renamed,
it can never be taken,
never thrown away.
Here, we cannot even own our flesh.
fruit, taste, persevere.
Blade sharp as
angst. Mangoes & plums,
blinding shimmer of sweaty thighs.
Pain fragments into darkness, a stone’s soft side.
Teeth yellowed and broken, we dream of sun washed corn.
degrees, the yielding intensity of time.
Severed in the most intricate geometry,
grass pierces the air in cuts so small
know the sacrifice in this religion.