the valley of the dead

on the corner of Fig and Expo

the dogs of relic wait

north bound Honda “fights the power”

east bound Bronco just another “renegade of funk”

in silent slumber

sandy bandages, myrrh and cinnamon

to mark their trails

headed to Jamba Juice, Starbucks and Nico’s

what will it be today Raiders or Dodgers

there to greet the substance

in the cloth with the threads

of desperation in costume of the

royal river where you were once

given away