R L SWIHART

 

Cairn

1

With castanet-swag --
the whole while swatting
at flies --
the dung-god enters
the room
nails his severe image
to the wall

2

Room as world --
and cradled in desert sands
is the moon's maddening
white ball

3

Heaped up
stone upon stone
are these
miserly words