Thru Blue Dust, New Mexico (60)
clouds snakes screaming
in the kivas the
dark air is full
of skin drums
rain songs rabbit songs
turquoise in the skull
sand that cakes the
bones like skin blood
soft dust nothing
nothing
not even the
night blooming cereus
its water stored in a
huge touch root
not even 18 pounds
of water
unfolding near sunset
filling the air with sweet
musk it
wilts before sunrise
OSIRIS 1, 1972.
Osiris Poetry 