Crash of turquoise and blood

CRASH OF TURQUOISE AND BLOOD

A hollow sound

Bellowing from the mountain came in a cave of screaming

Like a sheaf of grass waved the invisible transparent  &

Glass ripples in wind and light gleamed  &

The hand of the grim evocative was made of a cutting sword

Red skies down from inside the truck

Fell silently through the dropped thunder &

And a cacophony of broken black clouds

Smashed clocks

The silence was now shells and shattered roads

Scraping and solitary laughter between bleeps

Red and incandescent discussion of the painted landscape

& a face wearing white

The tall and thin figure was of wooden simplicity

Plain & made of weathered patience

Lead met the wrinkles and a shaved pale skin

The deliverance of serenity where age had paused

His intelligence was unpaved roads leading into caves of black

With tall ears & squinty eyes & broken rubble

And it rang against the sun shaped bell

It rang up and away, up and away from the craggy sky

Turning the compression to pearl

He turned and floated like molasses and shale

The light escarpment of grass busted the heights

Bottles fell & broke through and illuminated the bone

Covering the grounds into caverns and wells &

Forgotten trash abstracted into a million years of young stones

Debris mercilessly under the wet was turned white

The rush and leaves and gravel of summer rains &

Broken heads and movement of sun and shadow were

Dormant and naked, the delicate cattle lying unseen &

Shroud billowed and became unto the sky the white rain

Bit sized plastic hail blew distraction leaves &

Gasoline fell like the ghost of extinct birds &

Space opened up and scattered into clouds of mist &

Emitted ancient radiation between porcelain banks &

Fragments of feathers in a light and endless sound

Made of metal

Quietly the figure floated over the nest

Of ancient rusted life

On a lost planet of water and wind and silence

Far away

A dust mote on a space between darkness and time

Third planet from the white star