Outside Jesus Town

Outside Jesus Town Old man dusted off his hat and whiskers Polished off a tumbler of red wine Continued baking in the California sun Outside the town of Jesus, just east of it, before the mines There to finish his raw sculpture of a sandy rusted man Bent over, sitting on a worn out stool The desert followed the old artist It is everywhere He blended in with it Black hat and shirt were not the best apparel for the heat of day They are the only clothes the old man owns He scavenges the dried out lands for metals Rusted iron is the best to build the sculpted figure A monument to life out there on prairies Where heat and art and wine take part in nature And pull it all together from the dark The white bearded man with tumble weeded hair Stands contemplative just east of Jesus Planning his next rusted man But blinded by the noon day sun Created on 12/05/14 for- East Jesus – Poetry Contest