Inquisition
1.
I breathe smoke
from the fire
warming our feet
Something is not right
but not wrong
yet
like the bones’ dance
on wires
in a bad dream
Fear’s sharp blade twists
burning with the slow
heat of coals
2.
I cannot read ashes
the message
of cracked stones in desert light
nor the poetry
of the cow’s skull
white on dark sand
What right has a man
And the snake’s
quivering tongue tasting
what the air brings to him
Originally posted in December 2014. One of my earliest published pieces, this first appeared in Taurus, in 1984. Curiously, this is not the piece that I remembered having been published in Taurus. I wonder if that poem still exists somewhere? Such is memory…
Memory sometimes has a way of fading like bad ink on paper. It’s a lovely poem Robert. Thank you also for the follow. I hope I won’t disappoint.
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Thank you, Walt. You won’t disappoint!
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Thank you Robert.
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You never have, Walt!
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That means a lot to me Robert.
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