- Published on Friday, 13 December 2013 09:13
by Jahni Delmonico
Following the grey highway, straight as a dog’s tongue, cutting between masses of old, religious hills.
The hills and sky in argument, scraping borders with sharp, wild bushes and irresolute trees.
“When Christ awoke entombed, he pressed himself into the damp & naked earth which swallowed him and became immortal.”
“Buried” synonymous with “renewed.”
He hears the shifting wooden floors, pausing rabbits, cars breathing speed. He pushes up rocky crosses and weaves together the roots of timeless sprouting billboards.
A shining, jittery piece of blue
Crazy bird from open sky
Flew in, placed its
Right between my facets