Black Sands

Women in black

carry wine in large urns.

they bring it in

the May noon, when the sun is

far above the horizon.

Two of the men are burried up

to their necks in sand.

they don't blink their eyes,

they have no tears. They don't smile

when the women approach.

To the left side, a man is tied

against a smooth post. while

the women wet sponges and

cool the faces of the buried men,

the standing man

closes his eyes and his lips move.

But at night, after the women

have left and the day is asleep,

the man stares at the train tracks

across the horizon. In the glow of the moon,

he can see the skyline of the city

and smell the waters of the wet beach beyond.