Timbuktu

Christine Blackwood

 

Over sands dry, flicker
bone dust mirages
of turrets, of parapets,
Cradle secrets from midnight
fingers moonlined hushed

 

Wait til dawn, papyrus
walls breathe,
Wait ankle shrouded in sand,
In sun sweat, desiccated
desert flower
rapt

 

Wait til bronze gates
crumble, cave
to time’s slow gangrenous
creep

 

Til flesh dust drifts sunlight
suspended in shafts
fluted as dry bones,
mouth open to hunger
to marvel
at gilded secrets torn
cities underground.

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