From the air, the tan serrated edge blends to white salt
center
Gone dry
From on foot, the heat trembles upwards, creaks sticky red clay
Oh my
Zinc oxide slides on bridge of nose, doesn’t blend to pink
Sandstone houses rabbit, voles, and night creatures dance
Hold their tongues quiet in the caverns, wait for a chance
Snakes seek those who trolled on sky moonless octopus ink.
From the air, cars are ants rushing to be winning first
From a cage, space blankets don't keep the children warm
Gone dry
Oh my.
No work in coca fields ~ or rain on a roof of rust
Four families hide in the belly of the dump truck
Don’t cough or hiccup,pee in paper cup if you must
Ice won’t find us, if we pray to Saint Joseph for luck.
Gone dry
Oh my.
From a cave in darkness, eyes go blind and hair grows pale.
From your room, keeping silent adds power to evil
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