salt lick

i get waterfall mouth. no one
is going to take the sky from me.
i've watched movers come
& remove our bones pile by pile.
we showed them the holy stone.
how it thrummed like a vein
of fish. the taste of salt like a twin knife.
one in the teeth & one in the dirt.
i will take my risks. come to where
my body calls. sometimes it is
in the den of guns. other times 
it is on the side of the road
where no one remembers.
hitchhikers join us in partaking. 
a bent knee. a wooden moon. 
i mistake real trains for ghost trains
& ghost trains for real trains.
there is not always enough time.
get in get out is the advice i give.
it's not comforting to know you are
feasting in the realm of meat
but since when has a body been 
about comfort? 
for prey, our bodies are 
a site of betrayals.
call of the stones. waves far away 
eating at our hooves. i want a tongue
i can turn into a bomb. turn over
& there is the shiny destruction.
decades ago men filled the mountain
with dynamite. salt burst into the sky.
we opened our mouths.
closed our eyes. ate.