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a worse desert
than the one
we knew?
Sharp, with no
relief of sun
or sand
and the faces
down like
ghosts
a violence
so pure
even the angels
cry out
in their belfries.
Every body
is ultimate
alone
in its blood
night
crawling
nowhere
safer than a morgue.
The palm trees
don’t know
their own water,
air aches
bent overhead.
Don’t tell time
to return
until
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.