Sussurus

I want to fire offinto an ancient canyondeep and unstirringonly to wait above the hollowed spaceand answer to the reportwith your name.your name,peeling like a fractured dollwaging war with the silent slopesof eons old rockand then louder, say it louderanswering that old echo of a fired gunover and over.then leaveyour name to rotwith struck down birdsand dismantled trees andunbuilt homes.leave your name to be weakenedby the silence it meetsand the buried bulletand the amount of timethat absorbed enough earth to buildmiles of rock between meand the canyon floor