Desert

Three posts in one day, what the hell. I have another exposition thing brewing, but for now, more words, as ever.


Under the burning sun we walk.
The eye of Ra, horizon far.
On horseback, camel, on our bellies.
Through will and thirst
on God's anvil.
You're blessed with a fool's face.
This place will drink of fool's blood.


There aren't any flies here.
The heat killed them.


This phoenix-wing crucible.
A voracious appetite for blood.
You dry and crack in the wind
the bitter wind
you frail thing
on God's anvil.
Some are tempered.
But you will break.


Keep reaching forth.
The night is passing
and dawn means death.
That golden glow
instilled in broiling fire
Icarus' ire
Resurrection
But you crumble to ash with the dawn's exaltation.


How do you cope with that?
How do you survive the desert?
Harden yourself.
Let in the sand.
And drink in the heat
the feet that walk upon the dune
their deaths will come, and will come soon
so feast
so drink
so kill.


I enjoyed that.
It's time to get out of the desert.