Solar Leper

From the slow breathing - the rise and fall.
The indentations. The susurrations.
The ribs extend like lepidoptera
With violet filaments and golden strands.
Webbed interstice of bone.
The sun is the eye in the dead man's hand
Plucked at by carrion birds
Out on the paprika dunes. By the ocean.
All the moon's in your throat
And the volcanoes in your breast
Vomit ash and meadowlarks.

The solar leper accretes from the rings
around him the flesh he has lost.

Dead Dragon Mountain