historical fiction:

embodied rocky gods
were flotsam
faces sculpted
from a hot fertile
sphere .
then the
plates split
at a tilt crystallized
violence

firs swayed in
wind
bison passed between their
shoulders, foot
imprints became
scattered fosse
and they slept

after this
shelf eroded into a hill
i sat my thoughts
on the ridge
and

hundreds of years later,
they sat like cobwebs
wisps
thin hair
above the heads of
futures
forgotten country
closet