mirage

drugstore at the

farthest edge of the desert but

                          we had a map,

had my hands in your blood,

had your teeth in my heart and

this was the new world

august and then september and

all of de chirico’s promises come true

and we thought about offering

christ a blindfold

             but why?

better to see the bullet

better to just put on your best

leather boots and walk the 3000

miles to your father’s grave

get down on your knees among

his bleached and broken

bones and sing