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
Crucified
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
Saharan
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
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