The Wanderers
This side of the burning sun
lies a scorched earth
where parched hearts trudge onward toward
a mirage they must believe in to survive.
But no fertile oasis awaits them
rises from the unsympathetic earth
yielding reprieve from the relentless sun.
They continue on
mocking the sun
for not having killed them yet.
Their lungs seize every breath
as though it will be the last.
They wait for that moment
knowing it will come soon.
Behind their eyes dance the dreams
of a mind collapsing on itself
overrun with auburn clouds
and dark scorpions
that dart across their numb feet.
Here there is no escape.
The poisonous rays of a sadistic sun
swallow too vast a space to escape.
Until finally the broken, weary wanderers
fall at its great merciless feet.
They surrender to the torture
until their souls have left their bodies
to be picked clean by the vultures
or decompose among the sands.
Posted by Amanda at August 16, 2003 02:30 PM
