5 Haikus
Nasca
desert skulls
deformed, bleached
sun-white and nervous
the million scattered bones
never buried in the rainless vacuum
hollow eyes stare
we are rude to stare back
into the worm-cleansed
eggshell emptiness
uncovering your rituals
dead black hair
clutching your penitent frown
dry and flat
death spreads
brittle and tightly woven
around the desert crust
like the bloodless-red cotton
guarding your secrets
from the air I see the giant spiders
and lizard etchings
crawling over the skull-like globe of your world
just like the tiny insects
crawling over the globe-like skull of your emptiness
we are left with a reminder
of the future-past
Copyright 2004 Jeff Raheb
|