words

over these bones
the pebbled and pronged feet alight
at intruders calling,
gripping the air.

over these bones
the shrill lament echoes
swerve about the hlls,
go dancing through the land.

over these bones,
the ones and ohs
go trembling on,
nameless protocols
stretched to infinity.

over these bones
the white sky like paper,
vibrating, pulsing,
coalescently waiting.

over these bones
the meat tatters lightly,
clings nimbly against the breeze
like flags of skeletal nation states.

over these bones
the sacred is depraved,
solar cycles force wind against sand,
grains in an hour glass
forever enumerating.

over these bones
the hips turn cathedral,
amphitheaters, forums
for the scorpions.

over these bones
the words wisp by
caught up in little desert swirls,
sparkled djinns briefly
before gone for good.

-S.C. Martinez