Deeper Earth

Fourteen miles off road, due West,
the horizon bleeds an oil slick
that stretches out for miles like a song
that you can’t quite chase from your brain
where your feet melt like glass through your boot soles
and fallen men beg for water or death-

In that dense gnawed up bit of sand
too dry to recall rain,
you left behind a single bit of silver that wormed
loose from your dusty pocket
a narrow hole that your hand had worked
in search of matches and a lone cigarette-

You’ve come to love twilight
in her cool, dark robes
that pour to the ground like your sorrow
for a mother that never needed and
father that never loved or even remotely understood
a colt-legged boy who’d find his own way-

Across the wind warped territory, in the small space
between here and there
you’ve dragged your fingers through deeper earth
a resting place, a womb for bleached bones
the low restless hum that never was,
that never existed anywhere but in your skull-

Miles and years from here, like age
that cuts the corner of your eyes to slits
makes no promises to those without spines
bites like lead scathes the flesh
is a face that no tree will shade or hand hold down
that no looming ghost dare cross-

Authors Note: This piece was written the morning after i had watched “No Country for Old Men” for the first time.  I had gone to bed with my brain filled from this film and had a very vivid dream where i was lost in the desert following someone in a dark coat. The wind kept sifting the sand so i kept losing his trail…. it would sweep into my eyes, my hair….my body felt heavy with it. Every once in a while i’d look down and find something he’d left behind… a coin…. an odd, tiny birds skull….a book of matches. I never found him.