…from the line
of thin dancers
two
step forward
and open their shirts
and their trousers
which
then fade away
and the lights
retract to sunlight
the stage to dirt
Their skin is so dark
that no shadow shows
and it is hard to see
the curves of
their form
only a hint of
their breasts with
footfalls
swelling and dropping
a vague lumpy
sense of strength
beneath excess…
…behind a net of woven grass
Pahn remembers
how embers came and caught
in the fibers that burned
too fast to douse
Hot and dusty
behind the missionary church
a large hardwood charcoal
glows
A group of neophytes
files past
the whitewashed wood
into the bare classrooms
while the missionary Ben Kingsley
directs like Sexy Beast…
…high on the
second terrace
of gravel and sagebrush resting
above the ocean
they all watch the water become
agitated
rippled
and a larger swell rises
to the shore
where they think they are safe from
it’s force
and it crosses the beach
collapsing on the terrace
rushing up the pebbles
and surrounding their
tennis-shoes
consuming the rise
as it recedes
The missionary Ben Kingsley
who has followed them
with verbal damnation
is swallowed by the sinking hill
appearing again
in the outwash
cocooned…
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