Rock tumbled against rock
produces dirt
(of no mind)
sifts
onto
steel plate
below.
Dirt pile begun,
to be sacked up
emptied into
elephant's pen
to be sucked up
inside that curling long grey trunk,
Dirt
to be blown out,
sprayed across that large grey hide
to keep flies down
to hide hide from sun
to cool
to feel better
ah...dirt on skin
mixed with straw
becomes balm.
shout it out brother:
ReplyDelete" ah...dirt on skin
mixed with straw
becomes balm"
Yay:
ReplyDelete"To hide hide"
Also caught and fascinated by "(of no mind)"