Monday, August 29, 2011

Hagar Qim

Hagar Qim

Once there was a dolphin throne in Malta
Their whistling
Carved space in stone
And in bedrock, by sweat, dented shape
Of pelvis

Hammam, with cannabis ash
Surrounded with rivulets of the

With X-rays, reaped bones can be seen
Wires stretched between standing stones
And a heap of raven wings

Dancing podium and lonely woman
A morning-inspired

The last blue stone fell
Stomped on by goats
Into sharp layers of sea

Don't listen to soles
Nor gravediggers of the world
Fly away, fly away