There is nothing left,
the cattle are Dead
The crops are gone
Whatever there was
has been looted.
Explore the Evil Sun
While we cross the desert
Despite the weeping heart
Crackings on the land
Droughts of the Rivers
Dreath among the People.
Thus the boundaries -
They sing the old hymns
and they'll let the tears roll down
They would hunt a mood among us
Like hyena waiting in the dark
Sniffing approaching to us, stealthily
Crossing
& blaming the empty desert.
dang...you def capture the desolation....my fav part is that last bit...the hunting a mood among you like hyena...yikes...but makes the point...
ReplyDeletethe deserts have their own songs..and the hyena part made me shiver... you did well capturing the mood here..
ReplyDeleteblaming the empty desert / that's the bitter on the tongue 4 sure
ReplyDeleteyou bring to life the emptiness, decay, and loss quite perfectly. you paint a very shattering mood of the desert. the hyena was definitely a nice touch.
ReplyDelete"Blaming the empty desert" This lets me know that the desert is not to blame for the desolation here. Lovely. Powerful writing.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured both physical and metaphorical deserts here. Really conveys the mood of emptiness. Thanks for posting this.
ReplyDeleteExplore the evil sun - This is great, how we perceive the world and life around us. Great poem.
ReplyDeleteA bleak perspective...
ReplyDeletethe image of the wicked sun and the emptiness is chilling....
ReplyDelete"like hyena waiting in the dark" - Scary place!
ReplyDeleteMade my heart heavy thinking about people whose vibrant desert life has destroyed by civil wars, terror and famine that results ... a powerful write !!!
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't want to be there.
ReplyDeleteso you made a place I do not want to be!
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