Put one foot in front,
follow the other.
Why don’t you
keep your mouth
shut or sand will fill the empty
vessel of your hour
-glass, counting down the spilt
seconds to extinction? Never
peer through the sheer blind
fold, Mother said was a necessary
precaution to prevent sunstroke.
There’s no place beyond
burning. Just listen
to the hymns of the white
wind and the listless
cries of children.
The Purple Hermit 
Nice, love the line “There’s no place beyond burning.”
Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you Bill. I got the idea for the poem after seeing a photograph of refugees trudging across sand dunes.
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Somebody’s been running with scissors! Nice!
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Thank you!
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