buried in sand of ages.
Carried from days when sacrifice was still fresh,
I carried you, sank into shifting sand,
drank your blood, or you mine
to keep us, to bind in eternal compromise.
Scythe of death, scythe of fulfillment.
scatter into oracular arrangement.
The days don’t end.
They carry into Sunset
oracular bones, dust, coagulating blood
possibilities not yet desired