copper wire god

He roams the caliche flat lands, washes filled with pebbles, cluttered with mottled scrub brush, with cattle teeth lost to storms. He fashions smoke from stones. Heats the breezes, tainted with sage oat and sack cloth, ghosts and daydreams hung out to dry on wash lines. The copper wire god feeds off the heat.

Some say, he makes the dawn discolored in pungent rust.

100% cotton/unisex/ copyright barren mesa