Between Normandy shores and sands of Iran
I witness the union between soil and the man
A creature of marriage; from dirt split with figure
the hybridized form of sediment and rigor.
Leather-like lungs line a basket of cages
A chronicle of skin bound in vellum thin pages
your body of work on sienna brown strata
A mummified hero? or geology martyr?
A blood that once flowed marks a still graven bed
The stains of your life dyed a dried Carmine red
Your steel that once killed turns a dull dappled rust
The earth clothes your eyes in blind shades of dust.
That milky dull lens observes opalescence
and carrion flies that flee to your presence
Your incisor smile swerves down at the corners
A sadness unseen by long distance mourners
So were you my brother or were you my daughter?
My friend in defeat? or enemy in slaughter?
Your image erodes to a plain of unknown
Transforming through nature, this man to the stone.
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