Crucifixion and Dog Food


Brown hills—

Brown sky—

Empty roads lead

From nothing to nowhere—

The cattle cars rattle by


Horse heads

Hang from windows

Tongues loll in thirst

They pant like dogs,

Tongues dangle like tolling

Bells, stick like glue


Concave hills—

Sacrilegious sky—

Miles upon miles

The cattle cars rattle by


Ridden concave-backed

Retired whipped-and-spurred

Broken bodies offered

After crucifixion

For dog food 


Brown hills—

Brown sky—

Panting for verdant pastures

I too feel a little dry