Thursday, July 22, 2010

Burial Poem 9 --38 44' 16.09" N, 109 30' 5.84" W


The words collapse
into the salt beds
below these earthen monuments
carved by the sea
long gone well before
man took his first breath
and grunted at the world
he would grow to misunderstand
now wind rushes
through dry river beds
across red stone
over mesas
and into canyons
then settles beneath
this delicate arch
it carries dust
sounds a call
land speaks
beyond the words of man.
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