Color Kurtz

You are a man alone in jungle clearing
There is a red cloth wrapped around your head,
And you breathe in the sandalwood smoke.

RitualRitualRitual

You Tell Yourself A Story

The stone god with its face worn out
You rub blood on it and it comes alive

Then the molecules
All the molecules come alive
Breathe in and are watching.

You gut them, one by one
Like tiny clear fish
Eventually, they turn to soil
And then into crops.

Into your children's crops.


You tell yourself a story that starts in fear,
this before you understood about kindness
Your story is about being killed
In some way or another.