Debbie Guzzi Poet Free verse

High Noon At Karnak

Tex’s shadow defines him—cut-out 
from the heat haze of Karnak’s quartz, 
a scintillating contrast to Egypt’s questing sun.
He slouches among the other black castings of 
denser composition mottled with grays, 
and Prussian blues, incongruent in a cowboy
hat. This six-gun scenario’s frame
disrupts the crafted precision of 
a chiseled arch.

****-kicker, lizard-skinned, boots point 
toward the desert’s dunes—death hides.
Needing no words to enjoy a taste of antiquity,
Tex shuffles sighs and takes a draw on
an American cigarette. With a flick of his fingers,
he deposits the butt alongside the others
in the white sand. His contribution
to posterity. 

First Published in Spank the Carp Issue 21 2016

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Doug Vinson April 21, 2017 at 1:28 PM I like how this leads us into the abrupt conclusion.

Scott Thirtyseven February 4, 2017 at 9:10 PM What a beauty. These words alone contribute more than Tex's cigarette butt, and they are so much more elegant.

Eileen Manassian January 24, 2017 at 2:35 PM Interesting read, Debbie. I loved how you ended it....some contribution to posterity that is! Hope all is well. Congrats on this being published. Loved the how you described this fellow. Thanks for the visit to my blog. Debbie Guzzi January 24, 2017 at 4:34 PM good to see your sunny face too Eileen!