Jake's Flea Market

as this time
between eternity and eternity is
eternity      flesh stretched
across an old man’s
face in the forever before his funeral
is flesh destined to become
soil   is soil   are fields
fallow that fold into and wrinkle
out of the lack of vegetation in crevasses
and dry creek beds in ravines through which
in july   sweat trickles

ask yourself if that landscape expresses
insolence   watch
that country for the movement of cheek