Traveling along the edge and over
North of North, where the names become biblical,
North of Hebron, North of Palestine,
Where the earth has been turned
Like giant piles of ash, the remnants of a Texas-size barbecue,
Death gray and charcoal black, turned by machines
Preparing for zero-lot lines, zoning battles and water rationing,
Between one suburban civilization and another, filling
In the gaps and spaces, the fields of youth and perhaps someone