At first, it's just a swirling dust storm
that covers the wall, but there,
in the lower left corner, he stands.
He's nude, head shaved to bone,
twisted nail veins flow into raised fists.
Between the flap of overhead fans,
the distant sound of pounding on a forge.
A snake with sentry eyes cords
around his neck like a crucifix.
By chance, a ray of light thru the window
lands upon the apple, making its core
glow through the dust.
Copyright 2005-Dan Campbell
