You feel it sweeping over you
Like catacomb clouds that
Encumber living bones that
Enjoy drinking amontillado.
You see the iron curtain sway
In the distance over green hills,
Hearing the cry of dragons
Surrendering treasure hoards.
You find refuge in rainbow darkness,
Protuberant eyes from spirits
And demon of purest alabaster
Gaze from behind mesh prisons.
Outside you step, curling snakes
Around metal grips that spin
Prayers to wherever winds go
When joy and sorrow cool the air.
Upwards you climb on rock
And red carpets in serpentine gazebos,
Old men in cowboy hats sit
Chanting in cadence with your steps.
The eyes are watching you from above
The interred artist in celestial dome,
Guarded by greater gods sitting
With legs crossed and hands outstretched.
And then the air drowns you with
Melted baubles and trinkets that freeze
Flashing lights on the stairs
And shatters their lotus shells.
Your parasol devours the sight of
Ruined tile roofs and brick paths,
Molded spires with Corinthian tops,
And makeshift rivers of rock and sand.
You are left where you started,
By a wall that grants luck but no wishes,
Trampling earthen plates where
Animals graze with no due haste.
Author’s Note: Spent the day at the famous Amarbayasgalant temple. It started out very overcast, looking quite ominous, before it eventually rained. Since the road there is dirt and rocks, it made the trips to and from a bit difficult.