on exile: million miles



air weighs like one blanket too many


And storm comes

air hums


like distant drums


hot rain like


(or the Flood)


Slow straight run

of brown river

and shark-haunted waves

and wide skies

and dark eyes


and fear of the snake


And I swear


the poison entered my vein

And I had to run

from the searing stare of the sun

the sun

as her fury burned down

compacting the land


the drumbeat

the heartbeat of the band, the land

But the pounding feet

the heaving thighs

the deepthroat cry

They menaced me and I had to


From the iron glare of the gun

the gun

You have to run, son,

from the heat of the sun

A million miles you’ll run




But in my heart


the drums and heat

(burning cradle

never stable)

that harsh land still holds my hand



A million miles


I say a million miles from here.