will sharp

​​After fleeing the Negev: West Midlands

I

Moon: remember
the tough-glow of stratus-dominant day

The draw-hum of long-gone 
but “I’m-back!” wayfaring

II

The field that opened like 
a sea that
opened
onto a tsunami of town

The mud that ran like a 
horse that ran
into mud and rain

III

The cool gangs of 
addicts

The jolting screams of 
adolescents

The consecution of 
supermarkets

And dearth
of ways home

IV

One goes crazy crossing 
a field

Kemerburgaz

I don’t know if when the 
words
competed in the sky they 
sometimes
accelerated, teamed in 
teeming, leapt, & lifted 
one another, or
subjugated
neighbors—animalized,
tomcats wauling
in orthogonal tenors of
ice.

But I do suspect that’s what 
the words do when the 
minarets’ ezans play five
seconds
off simultaneity.