West Texas

Dust cloud, living,
Inescapable.
Throughout, an iron pulse
Steadily
Beats-
Marrow sucked from earthen bone.
Desert acrobats-
Bounding everywhere and nowhere at all-
With callous indifference
Murdered by the dozen
On tarmac ribbon,
Stretched ramrod sky to sky,
Traced
In freshly spindled snow.
Here and there among the drifts,
Skeletons
Of bedsheets to be.