ORIGINAL POETRY


      The Weathered Man      A. J. Heskett 


You left me there in fat *cottonwood, alone,
Among the paved debris, next to the sands.
   (in the desert, I watched the eagle's talons
   Pierce its prey, and lift it screaming above the land.)

You'd cut the heart. Circumcising the will
With your surgeon clean stroke—you left the wound.
   (Above the dunes, beyond ambition, the kill
   Rested beneath the bird without a sound.)

I thought of you, and swore again.
The blood Spattered on my coat, crimson, liguid, like rain.
   (The grerat creature circled, showering a rouge
   On white sands and me. The meal was dead to pain.)


A.J. Heskett 80

* a city

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