hang the sun

let he without stones
cast the first sin

braking bread over
someone's
head

surrounded by
people:

people with jack-
o-lantern minds
waiting for the
candle to be lit

people;
brains, eyes, hearts
vacant of thought
vacant of vision
vacant of
love


people living lives
of sand blown
quietly away on
some moonless.
cold desert night

the horses ass
laughs

the sun hangs in
the sky like a
rotting orange on
a tree

life so tired of life
that death
laughs
at the
irony