Dogs 2006

PERIMETER'S PROPHET
(12/5/06)


the prophet
sits in front
of faltering fire
and scans
the darkening horizon
to greet the stars
one
by one
by name
as they rise
from the depths
of a soulless
sky

the prophet
stands on sandaled feet
covering coals
with sand
and strides
toward the sunken sun
beginning the nightly search
for others
whom may profit
from the word

the prophet
has lived for years
in the desert outlands
subsisting on scorpions
mesquite berries
and prickly pear
fruit
a skeletal frame
presenting such a low
profile of heat
that snakes
take no notice
of its passing

the prophet
slows
as dawn approaches
and begins to seek shelter
from the coming heat
of the day
lingering long enough
to warm the body a bit
from the cold
fruitless journey
through the night

the prophet
pleases
a watching God
for unbeknownst
to this frail human form
a holy message
is successfully spread
without uttering
a single word
to another

I am alone

still
I serve
without
question