©2021 Michael Raven

carved like blood
into mind
drawing sixshooter smoke
in the high desert
bootcrunch air
hanging dizzy in a haze
arid twilight sun

nephilm walking hunched
marauding gunsling
toting in falling light
hot steel tumbling
to scrubbrush floor
sage scented & piss
of a thousand wars
or more

seemed like nothing
but proved too much
and masks , they tumble
shattered next to 
metal brain waste

the feathered lance
of the hill
sentinel to the 
death of ages


Yay! It finally came! I guess I have some reading to do this weekend…

This totally makes up for the delayed receipt of the phone I was expecting this afternoon. I was getting mighty salty about that, but now I at least have something new to look through this evening.