20 April 2008
Drum Dust

You’ll need a rock
the size of a grapefruit
he says, and a drum

I wander past
forest of fallen pick-ups
find myself two stones

One the size of a satsuma
smooth creamy
one ashen, dark, heavy
nature’s own brick

Look here
two rocks and a drum
beating as one

Cream and ash
pound in time
with hide and wood

looking down
to find ash
and playa
dust of a journey
gone before

stone breaker
drum dust
in my boots