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Monday, August 19, 2013


by David Radavich

Photo copyright by Tom Prokop.
 Used with permission from 123RF.
Is this
a worse desert
than the one
we knew?

Sharp, with no
relief of sun
or sand

and the faces
down like


a violence
so pure

even the angels

cry out
in their belfries.

Every body
is ultimate

in its blood


safer than a morgue.

The palm trees
don’t know

their own water,

air aches
bent overhead.

Don’t tell time
to return


the sand

falls through.

David Radavich’s recent collections include America Bound: An Epic for Our Time (2007), Canonicals: Love’s Hours (2009), and Middle-East Mezze (2011). His plays have been performed across the U.S., including six Off-Off-Broadway, and in Europe . His new collection is The Countries We Live In