Danny Rosen lived in Philadelphia until 1980. At University of Wyoming he studied geology to learn about what he was climbing. Over time all things, stone and otherwise, coalesced in Fruita to become Lithic Press, then Bookstore. Publications include Suspended Erosion (Lithic Press), The Tuscan Journals (Cuneiform Press), Primate Poems (Lithic Press), and Ghosts of Giant Kudu (Kattywompus).
Trilobite Jesus
He did not die for my sins,
but from a sudden build-up
of ash, the thickening weight.
The newest level of the sea found him
awash on a hardened beach, by a river,
burrowed in, covered over, fast asleep
in far Utah, sending out one last signal.
The mud lithified about his lobe, all
his work turned to stone, and he lost hold
of every belief. Trilobite Jesus,
He didn't die for my sins,
but He came back,
and I am drilling a hole in His head
gently, with a carbide hammer-drill bit,
to make of Him a pendant
to hang from 'round my neck; an albatross
to mark this moment, this moment on the cross.
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