wasteland

Wasteland

I lay and lie on waves of desert sand.
With whetted knife I carve my self
from belly to breast.

I expose my entrails,
tempting the raptors down from the sky
with a sanguinary offering.

I watch the perfunctory examination
of my viscera by vulturous haruspices.

I watch as they ravenously
consume my blighted offal.

I watch as they fly toward the river
to wash away the
fetid taste and stench of carrion.