Forty Obelisks

Screams in the Mojave
Feet creak and
Crash through sand
Big yellow machine
In the firmament
Leaves me sweating
Flies

Mama gave me
Bread and water
Papa gave me
The will to survive

Held by brick and
Mortar shavings
Excelsior survives
Blue sky engine
Programs clouds
Resumes process
Cries loud, thick
Drops
Puddles to oases

L’enfant du monde
Pointed on, mocked
Spent and wasted
Naked
Blood and yoke
Soaked to sheets
Miscarriage of the
Mind

Heart and fixture
Forced hard labor
Ticks on its own
Time
Eat, suck, taste
Touch, lust
Cannibalism
On primetime

Mama gave me a
Fish
Papa gave me a fishing
Pole

(I'm trying to take this "artsy, ambiguous" angle a little more seriously. This isn't quite where I want it to be, but it's closer.)