Still, to this day, the sun sets
red, purple, yellow. Venerable light,
the way it drags across water, skin
peeled back across a muscle, the speed
it falls into the pit. Then darkness
wanders through the hills, its footprints
dark & bloody, heartbeat slow & cold
breathes mist across the faceless soil,
claims its vast & wasted territory.

1 comment:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I particularly love this one.