Tatooine Town

This quiet city built into the sand

that rules with flat indifference in this place,

I wander with my ravaged feet, my hands

thrust into pockets, and my naked face

bare to the scalding sun, the only god

to rule with any verdict over stone,

who is the coarse material, the law

dictating every rooftop, every dome,

to thicken still the stillness, hot and white,

the ancient poverty of such a place

as this, some vestige of an age gone by

that men constructed in their dearth of days.


en route to San Fransisco