marines array like rafts in paris
in lesser palestine
the pick-up stick kids have
little form and less function
their wicked-good throwing arms
and whippet-slim waists
wait in emergency room
white tape for red belts
wedding parties in the rock lofts have
bouquets not ready
for burning
so they spin skyward
arab cowboys on horseback sever sudanis like once strands o bamboo
and we count coup on brown or fine feral horsemen
we force long walks from home
we favor their fear
among tepee-tall rocks
that feed not even a bum steer
cochise and santa ana cross
nodding in the sun their displacements
