All that roars amidst
That valley of bones,
Taut sinew and coursing blood
Ringing out, flame licking the pillars of smoke
Zion’s triumph, the sunrise which paints creation in darling shades
and tattered lights
Knit back into stars, bursting
Dust swirls into form,
substance into the likeness of the shape of a man
All fire,
All earth
And the constellations bowed
Dusk and dawn met as
lost lovers in that valley
Their gentle notes kept tucked into a back-pocket
Now read aloud, the sun fixed overhead,
Not daring to set, unwilling
to blink
Never again
