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The desert calls high
canyons and tree lilies
the Joshua---
King of sweet sight
and never ending star 'splay

The desert calls loud
but pines beat my heart
a drum too distinct to miss
a drum abandoned for a kiss

the men cried out and tore
flags of peace to shreds for rags
to wrap her war wounds in
and planced their hearts on plates
presented spinning
in a microcosm cosmonaut's blissful eyes
searching lurking and ever-perching
as if the wind
could take her away
as if the wind could weep
and make the decision

The desert calls high
the coyotes cry peace nevermore
tired of waiting
falling back to war
on suburban encroachment
towards their ancestral moon

and someone will pay
for all the scars on her heart
somebody will suture up
that nonsense tongue
someday
someday