prairie saint

Typewriter5by Dryden09 Mar 2018

on prairie flats
she haunts a
limitless crimson horizon
hovering
(so it seems)
just beyond
just above
stubble and rocks and dirt

but gravity foiled
is an illusion
when you see her feet:
exposed and bare
toenails ragged
crevices grimed with
sandy loam

soil-blackened skin
blistered and calloused
hardened and cracked
scars of her own
Via Dolorosa
a snaking sorrowful road
a labyrinth littered
with supernatural forensic evidence

earthly tattoos too deep to lose
signs of some holy power by
which she has done
wonders