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