Abyiyo

Photo by Kevin Slotemaker

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In corners we sit,
curved to sphere.
Heads held high

In noble lie.
Backs bent broken honest.


We resist to give

words fully formed,
of that well-known,
at distance.


QUIKRETE® Body,
rebar teeth,
Yellow Cat feet.
The human:
Abiyoyo! Abiyoyo! Abiyoyo!


Consumer of eyes, of ancient heat,
of rock, and clay, and meat.
Of earth, of ours.


I pour onto body
grotesque and long.
made perfect in acts.

El Greco, Abiyoyo, eats;
more efficient than we.


The image tricks light
the methane lake
the seat, his rest,
he spit that hit its mark.




All is past,
is folklore,
is Bunyan,
is West.




Now when ground shakes
and shakes again,
softer with each passing quake,
I realize.
From here, he's come and gone.
And we remain.