For Vedauwoo (a poem) by Birch Malotky
Have you been to the boneyard? The blank eye on the map perched above an asphalt brow there, an ulna and a radius tower side along side the wide slot between chock-full of the crumpled shapes of disintegrating metacarpals there, serious shoulders— absurdly capped with far-flung vertebrae —shrug finally downward there, a…