Hallowed Ground

Painting and Poetry by Rick Mobbs

Hallowed Ground:
Dream Images

There is a man
in a cage,
you can see
his hands.
A tower holds the cage,
the sun burns above.
The sun wears a face.
The face doesn’t smile.

Below,
a ruined wall runs
to both horizons,
its stones are scattered,
nothing lives.
Mountains like teeth
ring the distance.
They have no color,
no depth,
no life.

There are caves in the mountains.
There are bones in the caves.
The bones have been forgotten.
There is a man in a cage.
You can see his hands,
hear his sweat.
The sun doesn’t smile.
Neither does the man.
The man hasn’t forgotten.
Neither has the sun.

Flying things wheel
between the man
and the sun.

Rick Mobbs February 2008