On the road, lost

The road splays out, spread-eagled on 

The heat-shimmer Earth, 

The siren song calling, blood

Falling and pooling and clotting 

Car ticking its way to cool and

New corpse staring skyward.

The clumped tatters boned and ragged

Made for times not these and not this, for

Times pure and times clear and times true,

Now teased in the wind tufts and

Dragged on the swollen days

Of crow and lizard and snake.

A languid dust-devil rises and

Wanders close across the plains

Curious to inspect this creature

Newly adrift upon the oceanic land

Drowned in the sandy spray

And lost where I once was found.