Lizards

Fat Lizards skittle.
Nails rasping a dry dusted landscape,
(Lonely eagle in the middle eye,
Lonely eye)

Dance,
Into the scorpions sting.
No way to avoid it,
Too dry to drown it.

Dry winds dust fat
Lizards skittled bones.
Beaten by sun,
White light hammered,
Still.

Flowers bloom in dry desert
Nourished,
By skittled flayed Lizards

Belinda Holdsworth Winter '92

Graphic by Fischer