Spent

Hollow clouds hang,

plaster and paint

These people have coins on their eyes.


Deerskined scouts with bandanas, scourging.


It was found round the center cut,

Dark and flaring.

The tide winds round the naked ankle of a summer’s day.

Roots are harvested by a man with big hands.

How heavy is the sky?

Intermit, stand still

and still the meadow’s whisper.


The hum is in the beginning.

A Midget and tall man standing

A symbol of torture hung round his

neck..

speaking of witnesses.

-SJP 9-9-03