on exile: million miles

heat-laden

sun-addled

air weighs like one blanket too many

 

And storm comes

air hums

thunder

like distant drums

 

hot rain like

absolution

(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

run

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

beat

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.