By Nicola Brooks
Curiously I look up into the night
At the thousand sequins ready to dive
Holding hands earth dare not wither
Swimming tides the ocean’s quiver
But the dark is silent and waits to plummet
Two catapulting fists into her stomach
Once black as black the background roar
Mountain for teeth her volcano core
The remaining sequins like pins for eyes
Watch as heaven and earth collide
She burn’s her fingers, her head to her toes
The dust is black and dancing tornadoes
And smokey silk from her hollow ears
She does not cry or wipe her tears
The land so bleak and vast she yearns
Whispering words as the sun returns
The eyes have gone, at least for now
Till next time the sequins fall down



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