Eyes lifted
Up across the valley
Above the brush stroke of vines
The sweep of the rivers
A stone carcass, heavy
Serpentine bones supporting
A crown of gnarled Manzanita
An oxidized skull of basalt
Body armoured with a vest of Fir
Greaves of rich Madrone
Ancient sword forged in
Volcanic ocean-fire
Now quiescent sentinel, watching
Waiting
Hawks dive from their perches
On Gunsight Rock
Talons drawn
Circling the wheel
Bringing new death from above
Melding decay into the earth
A thrumming magnet of life
Mayacama
The Great Old One
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