Salt Water Well

a wielded crux
a rest for rooks
a well of rocks
a swell in the tide
a wheel in the fire
burning as it resides

i made a well to drink from
snaked by mourning black brick
to guard me against falling in
swollen sun-rise, drink-fall
or lick the dew from the claw

Salt came into the well
salt tears, salt pillar corpse
the tide washed in
-to the earthen hole for a sea
circled by mourning stone

so i cranked the fly wheel
a rotting water trolley cries
as the wheel's noose smokes with dust
trucking the sad water
to drown in

(lead me to the water
and i'll drown myself in it)

left to it's home or driven home?
None, it was left to age...
to age alone in the dust
and bleed its fire like rust
the sorrow of the brick with time;
fallen and drowned in tears

so i built it an alter
cross scars of iron; cage
and the crows rest upon its bones

© 1998

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