nightmare country

runs in slow
its udders necking peat
the sham fluid of the sky
dreaming tight against the mast for higher welkins
so close they drip

we tie the trees in wasps
watching them buzz
I eat to see them follow me
the trail of my saliva
a beacon in the marrow of the beast
burning out lights
step by step

its engines
unreadable
immense
silent
vibrate my feet

Robin Wyatt Dunn was born in Wyoming in 1979. You can read more of his work at www.robindunn.com Read other articles by Robin, or visit Robin's website.