Jewel Dust

Slide over patchwork India
         with concrete
                                smear
          and farm upon farm
                 jeweling the night
          and jewels of galaxies
                 watching over.

Here a murky ink
Here a
            line of obscuring
cuts town in two.

Our ragged eyes and
lapsing
         reveling in the
         novelty of all this normalcy.

This endless human glove
         long since strangled
         what was wild.

So wildness seeped 
         into corners of the
                  eyes of men
         men like jackals, looking
                  out for any open.
         men like turkey buzzards
                  circling, or glide
         thermal-flown vulture
                   prowling for today,

          since
                  tomorrow lost its
sandals
                  somewhere in the dust.