Cardinals Poem by phaser eugene

As cardinals spread fire, frogs in the pond exile the air
And all this desert dust and twister's rims
Abruptly swing the entire world around their necks

Dull dawn drives doves to dive in desert nests
And lay their eggs, and live, and just exist
No meaningful attempts, no dusting shelves
And books and goals of all deserted selves

I gaze at desert grace, at desperate landscape
At snakes and spikes and peaks of mountains
And all this monumental glimpse of life
Or of existence - Sonora lives, it times, it gives

Itself to doves and snakes and vultures in skies
When sun is rising, life is dwindling
Long term - is what Sonora's all about
Long term existing short - decaying

And million sprouts die upon the sprout
But leave no trace behind
It's all about birds in bushes
As wind and dust collaborate in lung-disposal dance

My eyes with all invisible strings of light
Were tied upon the bushes, heat and dust
The dust is everywhere, the dust is might
Of this long term exploding missile

I look in desert, it's like reading missal
On night before the Second coming
Or through existing in the midst of nowhere
Where only meaning is existence by itself

It can't be formed in words, in pages
In the books on dusty shelves
It's not in global wages, greater selves
We know that superheroes were dusted off by flood

They lost their homes, those hollow hives
Of desert minds
Bad thoughts became bad blood
And flood, and flood, and flood

I wish there was a flood out here - so hot
Just sun and dust, and devils of my heart
With this integrity of desert earth

As cardinals spread fire of their wings
And frogs exile the air from the pond
I look into existing of all things
And dying and in absenting thereof