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.
4 thoughts on “Desert Song”
Nice, love the line “There’s no place beyond burning.”
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Bill. I got the idea for the poem after seeing a photograph of refugees trudging across sand dunes.
Somebody’s been running with scissors! Nice!