11:03 PM

I shall bear
like the bison
the great weight
of this world

I shall labor
upon the soil

10:18 PM

the man stands
within the desert

[I am born
of the desert]

the man stands
upon the plains

[I am born
of the plains]

the man stands
within the forest

[I am born
of the forest]

the man stands
before the ocean

[I am born
of the ocean]

the man stands
upon the mountain

[I am born
of the mountain]

the man stands
before the father

[I am born
of the father]

the man stands
before the mother

[I am born
of the mother]

the man eats
of the maize

[I am become
the maize]

3:40 PM

a woman laughs within
the trees and all
the men raise
their heads
like dogs chained
to the porch
tails wagging

in the distance
a fire dances
through the mountains
the Sun red
shines upon
my reddened

I live with
the ravens
and the passing
starling swarms

a woman was
with me so soon
ago yet all leaves
must in time fall
autumnal from
a growing tree

a world lives
below an ocean
flows above

the time passes
and I am no place
but sitting here

9:55 PM

the osprey is flying
in the morning
will he find
a fish today?

trout are swimming
in river will they
find the fisherman’s

man is running
through the willows
will he find a woman
to hold?

[it is silent
smoke hangs
heavily upon
the valley the sky
is red]

O! osprey
take away
this pain
from deep
inside me

dive into
the waters
all around

teach me how
to die or at least
to fly free

8:58 AM

the fog hangs over
the valley and all
the bulls are busy
feeding and learning
their determined

your body my
love is made
of shale and all
young men will
wicked turn to own
your explosive
corporal wealth

the grass rained
upon is green around
us the blades
hang with temporal

6:56 AM

when I hold you noise
passes as silence between
our skin

and a world plentifully
peaceful may

9:11 PM

it is summer and all
the forest is fruiting

the Sun and the soil
have become serviceberry

the cottonwoods collapsed
have blooming become

so too am I become

the insects leave
their biting mark

the mosquitoes construct
life upon my living

11:14 PM
children of Mary

there is a sorrow
hidden beneath
the skin of the fairest

deep within their aura
of song and beauty
there is a pain hidden
like stones beneath
a mountain top

who shall
come to know
such sorrow

except the most
worthy of men

10:48 PM
future days

when the cities
of the world began
to flood and fester
the peoples suddenly
poured forth like rats
from a sewer overcome
by the melting snows
of winter

so many
had died already
from disease
illness and starvation
the towers that rise
from the Earth
were depleted
except by raccoons
and the most raccoon
like among us

those that fled quickly
survived to die ignorant
in the mountains
or desert or vast
arid plains

wild eyed and desperate
the tower people sought
the few homes of those
who dwelt upon the most
difficult lands in oases
founded long ago

and so they brought
diseases urban wrought
by centuries of decay
and hog lot

soon the stray
few were kept
at bay by weapon
and vigilance
for to loot
and kill had
become the way

yet one man
among us lived
to die of old age
and at the last
days of life
told his son
and only his

my son
you must so even
if you die take all
we have written
on medicine on
our way of life
on the creatures
around us and bring
these pages to a desert
most inhospitable
dry and remote
and there you must
find a cave protected
from water and oxygen
and light and so
deposit the only
history of our

the time of our existence
may soon be over
but many years from now
when the towers have
risen again man
may decipher our ways
and see that so long ago
men lived well
upon the arid plains
and were joyous
beyond compare

this is what we will
pass on to the future
for we have lived
replete of violence
and each day we walk
we walk in labor
and in awe of those
things which stand
around us and the winds
which guide us nightly
to sleep

and so too
they will discover
my wife and
daughters the most beautiful
women this world
has ever seen
7:09 PM
wonder wheel

beneath the poplars
and the maples invasive
like the men who brought
them here

there is so
near to us a world
of worm and wriggling

all creatures breathe
to feed in death
the life of burrowing

all blood spills
to stain the Earth
with flowing flesh

O! rain fall
upon me so
I may stand
amongst the fungal
bloom once

O! woman come
with me to smell
the scent of rose
so different than
the one which
grows beside
the door

live with me
within the wild
roses kiss the dew
drops from my

for life is short
and so soon

the soil patient
awaits our flesh
to lay not in lust
but in wriggling