Netzarim

so you greet me in defiance
liege and scythe
what prison days paint the sun black

my soul has rivets
like a crossroads has a spike
sky to snake

I treasure your strength
like a woman’s breast

what you hold by the ear
one hundred years of war
strips you to naked lightning
to writhe over the earth
lash the rain into the hippocampus

the word means “horse sea monster”
as though Poseidon rode from your mouth
to flood the battlefield with reef
your pores blowholes

the guarding branch
leash and arm over the descent
offering you the bowl of the sea

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.