Land of sand
Bland yet grand
Intense sun causing wet demand
Cactus flow
Creatures know
It's life sustainment
Giving it a divine arraignment
Like a prickly oasis, a liquid zone
So unprone to the crack-dry syndrome of this earth
Where cactus roots
like buried boots shoot legs upward to the sky
Parched face, cracked lips
Dried, brittle finger-tips.
The hand of a man in this fiery land
sets to dig this earth with fingers hurt and broken nails
like cracked, rusty train-road rails
His goal, the roots
Submerged cactus boots
Filled with sweat of clouds
While the cactus shadow shrouds his broken hand made hole
Which is like the sign of a mole
Poor fella'. One minute he's home with the fam
Next thing he knows he must surely be damned!
For in the desert he did come to be
Yet how he got there he could not see!
He had no time to pack food or water
No time to kiss his wife and daughter
Now he's drifting in the sun
Panic sets! He begins to run
There is no hope he cannot cope
His life is lost
He has been tossed
into futile agony
A burning, sandy entity
Surrender!
A dead man lying in the sand
Not quite dry
his body feeds the thirsty creatures of this land
Winged, clawed parasites
pick his eyes, it's thier appetites
Slithering wormies bearing legless life
with eyes and teeth of snowhy white
puncture his neck and suck his blood
Some spills to sand and causes mud
which cakes, dries, cracks
forming tiny insect snacks
He is evolution causing revolution in the soil
All his sweat and toil stop here
yet not to waste while creatures taste in haste
And now approaches larger monsters as if death called them to rise
Sending a message through the skies of a new toreso
S o now all the moreso
they may eat his fleshy meat
on hand, breast and feet
And his dangling dick, thier delicacy
Wide-eyed! Such meat for free!
Moist, nutritious prey, for which they did not pay
and would never give away.
Reason for writing:
I had just finished a three year stint with the U.S. Army. I was hitch-hiking through the Yakima desert outside of Wa. state. Sitting on the side of the road, waiting for a ride these are the words that came to me
Birth sign: Aquarius
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