Shelter

The sand rabbit tells the desert cow:
I want to lie beside your open bones.
The rigid spurs of your joints
Pressed against my fur.
Shelter for your sacrifice.
I'll hide in the hollow
Where your mind once dwelt
And sleep until the sun
Quells his angry shine.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Apr 11, 2009
  
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