Ekphrastic 2/Blood Meridian

Ekphrasis is art in reaction to art.  Basically.  And I don’t think about the art I consume enough.  And I haven’t been writing poetry as much as I should.  So every Friday, I’ll post an ekphrastic poem about whatever art I’ve been eating lately (books, poetry, anime, paintings, films, so on).
Ekphrastic 2/Blood Meridian

Eating from the bowl of
an ancient infant skull
sawed in half
filled with mud
milked from the sun when she lived
in the black of a blackhole
existence at all points in time, all the space in between
how to drain your veins of crimson
dwell in a desert that has beneath it a sea of it
where the plants store it
and when you dig a hole it always fills with
blood which you do not drink
blood you let soak into the sand
for by bloodwaste you exist
for you are dust only dust
is eternal.


Ekphrastic Poetry Archive:

Ekphrastic 1/RIN: Daughters of Mnemosyne