what black waste is home to my children

by Robin Wyatt Dunn / March 16th, 2025

what black waste is home to my children
others meditate to find peace
we find rage

moving over the land there are two spirits
the spirit of the dead and of the living
the spirit of the dead is more alive

you can see it in the lamps my neighbors hang above their houses
twilit in cactus
the warm welcoming hearth harbors suicide and murder
while the alien mountains
skeletal fingers
are the shoots of life

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.

This article was posted on Sunday, March 16th, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.