Venom

Venom

There are miles between
the bowl and me.
miles
full of burning sand
where the insects sting
and heat enough to
scorch the splinters of
innocence
fills the nostrils and
rapes the mind.

they say I could die here,
where skeletons grin.
Die
with dust in my lungs
dry and brittle...
still I walk,
hungry
to know the healing of
the amniotic sac-
golden beyond the miles of sand