Scorched Earth

Turning back in a near Biblical
manner glancing over your shoulder
into the eyes of a drive-thru sunset futurama
a few days older than that god of the Israelites
& what you see that split second before your
tears turn to salt scattered by the cold wind that
rides up off the surf carrying the distant echo of a
primordial doo-wop refrain
fading into the burnt matchstick palm trees
that line the street where you used to live