Sandstorm
She walks colonial and monstrous,
cloaked in sandstorm and prophecy—
fallen men at her feet
who tried to weather the storm and pluck
cranial verbs from skeletal clouds whirling
around her Death’s head
like winged, almond scented plague—
embracing and breaking bodies
of knowledge
for Her amusement.
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