I envy your anonymity...
somewhere in the stone-blue shadow of a butte,
a kangaroo rat kicking up
your ornery dust.
If anybody knows, nobody's telling
where your bones feed creosote.
Your ash rides the mustang wind
over Nevada, the Colorado Aquifer whispering
not far below the waste dump.
The Ghostdance Fault
running under Yucca Mountain
Nuclear Waste Depository,
90 miles northwest of Las Vegas,
inside treaty lands of the Western Shoshone Nation,
shimmied a little last Wednesday...
an inch-of-column story
buried on the back pages.
Just to let us know who the place belongs to.
I heard the whoop and sob
of your laughter.