Amphibious

aqueous legs and
a fictile mind clasp
a silt center
As
its parched jaw
struggles to taste
rain encased in peridot
But
enamel scrapes from
those tiny mouth... pieces
revealing that fleshy... zone underneath
Yet
it keeps biting
gums bleeding maroon doubt
thirst intensifying
Until
not quenched by its own crimson liquid
the stone cracks
the liquid satiates
And
coppery warmth is drowned
by cool, clear purity...

It shudders.

Dust is Earth

Dust from fibers of cloth
from cotton bandages swathed,
dust with the smell of must.

Dust from piles of ash
from forests' lives cashed,
dust with a taste combust.

Dust from the flakes of flesh
from skin when refreshed,
dust with the feel of crust.

Dust from iron speckled with a color of wine
from when it, air, and water combined,
dust with the semblance of rust.

Dust from pollen the wind does carry
from now until fallen and burried,
dust in the sound of a gust.