Vultures

I, hawk-eyed, dyed
brown shellac, pull up
keffiyeh, cloth over crisp,
overdone, cover nose, two
lips, to make a sheikh
out of my self. Break
the top two joints, roll
battered, spine shattered,
down dunes, double vision
makes two new moons.
Do I squint? do I splint,
bandage, tear, mend, join
hands? barter in the market
with mesopotamians, hop
the barge, butt the blunt?
Ashes from an urn, spilt.
Two vultures drifting down
see Jericho rebuilt.