Skronk Tectonics 3

I. Shadow

This is the final
resting place
for my shadow.

II. Rock

The moon wanes
as we drop our rock
into the darkness.
Our rock unbroken; in dust,
in mud, over spur,
in sag, over scree
and talus — unchanged. The rock,
infrangible, rolls.

What I’m Reading:

“It’s a strange sensation to yell out: This is me! /
In every place I’ve watched / caravans of sorrow— /
I run like all the other men, chasing my / shadow down alleys.”

— Cheswayo Mphanza / “Frame Six”