Smoke - Pamela Stone Singer

[Larry Robinson]

Smoke

Moon sinks orange.
Sky dims.
A shade drawn.
A curtain.
A blind.

Smoke is gone.
Maybe.

Occluded sky cries Pomo words:
dacha:la (sun,)-da- (moon,)- thothol (star.)

And, the broken sun rises phosphorescent,
blood spilled, red as abuse.

And, stars suck breath from earth.
Fall into another eternity.

And, waves roll backwards sweeping the sea.
Fish, mammals, birds swallowed.

What if we never escape?

If waves keep rolling backwards?

Horizon dissolves like a wound
inside a body
dead on a steel table.


   - Pamela Stone Singer