HOLLOW

clothes lying the field fallow and forgot

putting on blue skin from the soil's nightly rot

summer's gone and the first of the rains run across the ground

pregnant and imminent I don the nimbus crown

 

languages augment and lineages transmute!

the hide bound just push around get rough and rude

from this place I will not be and from this time I know

but like a fruit picked ripe I'm ready to go

and I'm shuffling about making the rounds

on currents galloping godly

rattling down into the ground

it makes a hollow bone of this body

 

and it sits upon my head like a nesting bird

laying eggs of lightning unphased and undettered

by all the length of skin making faces within

all that I once called mine

is shuffling about making the rounds 

on currents galloping godly

rattling down into the ground

it makes a hollow bone of this body

 

copyright Chase Garber 2019