Dogs 2010

WASTELAND SANCTUARY
(11/20/10)


fully
exposed
to an uncaring
sky
the seared
sand blasted
earth
is weighted
with winds
of futility

heat
a burden
carried upon
sweaty skin
a suit
of salt
colored
radiation red
for a party
that never
comes

poisonous
snakes
insects
humans
roaming the
rolling desiccation
searching for
victims
both unaware
and asking
for death

smells
of arid
duplicity
some a stench
others a wonderment
of new life
water
springing
from dry stones
randomly littered
with rotting
skulls

laughable
short lived
delineations
of man
attempt
to define
the unfathomable
recesses
of expanses
too vast
to contain

roads
drifted over
with decayed dust
particulate remains
of a peopled past
written so
temporarily
upon the sands
perpetuity

etch-a-sketch
tombstones
awaiting
the next
passing
grave

~

I long
for my
West Texas
home