BORN ON THE MOUNTAINSIDE
Dragon-breather, exhale across the great chasm,
burn my body into existence.
Sculpt me from dirt under your tail,
watch me materialize from dust.
Conjure earth fossa—your escarpment ally—
round my curves toward the tip of galaxy’s thumb,
crack my bones into place.
Let valleys echo my spine,
lead coda one, two along thoracic vertebrae,
imbue my joints with musical Sierra.
Drown my baby lungs with snowmelt—
glacial cannibalism at its finest—
kill me as you fill me with mountain water.
Behold your work after firing final breath,
scoff for the wayward-leeward life you birthed,
do it again to create a better West.