Bulbous bright, eyes thicken on stalks
In the pavilion, giant monitor lizards
Slink low after their own eggs
In swelter that cannot be touched
Only witnessed, the cacti have swollen
Purple and the spines bristle
Someone is sculpting some new green
From the stump of his leg
Everything murmuring its life
A regatta of flies sail past and cheer
A regatta of flies sail past and cheer
In the red dust is the hand of a loved one
But those are not her fingers
Wrist curling, uncurling, working
Up to a rude violence, smeared
Red with love, an eager egoist
A foot falls through the earth
But those are not her fingers
Wrist curling, uncurling, working
Up to a rude violence, smeared
Red with love, an eager egoist
A foot falls through the earth
Crawl in the dirt, hair on end
To a cavern and out through
To a cavern and out through
The tunnels of the eye
Into a crude world
