the scoliosis of atlas
world weighted and wary
gnarled and bent
roots grasping
like arthritic fingers
bleached by heat age
and sun parched earth
south sweat salt
painting ochre
or burnt sienna
waiting for the sky
to cry but stoic
remain dry and dusty
as her child below
squalling for
the fecund days
of myth and memory
when demon dunes
were rolling hills
and the desert
was the sea
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