Far from Any Road

From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows

Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote

She twines her spines up slowly

Towards the boiling sun

And when I touched her skin

My fingers ran with blood

In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon

I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom

And strange hunger haunted me

The looming shadows danced

I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hand

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold

Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones

And rise with me forever across the silent sand

And the stars will be your eyes

And the wind will be my hands