Song to Anubis

Vacant black square
      windshield eye
      shades,
the glistening muzzle teeth
      of the tractor
      trailer grill,
the fuming mirage
      of asphalt breath, burning
      earth, it lifts over:
Road monster       meso-
      american in
      its ikonic visage

Or should be a       Tula stone
      temple summit,
      from a view on the ascent
up those stairs, appears
      to dawn rising over
      the termination of the steps
the horizon
      of the pyramid top
      but instead,
here       the tops of these hills
      these mountains       have the wings
      of two exhaust clouds,

the eon thunder as
      their eighteen gears,
      the face of weather
here a truck rising over the hill
      Who doubted the force of that collision
      with these spirits
doubted it could throw your centuries
      aside
            into your face       into its heart

            Land
                  Spirit of
      The place       the nature
                  gods