Dim static sniffing yellow dust
Coagulated as green radioactivity.
Brute of a sun
Batters mercilessly.
Tarmac withers and lungs shrivel,
Head heavy like a falling house
Bricks assail and flog disintegrating soil,
Tumbling,
The dusty avalanche of legalese.
Trudge thickly in paper swamps,
Neverending, and it pulls you back down -
Rabid quicksand.
The shock resonates within -
One, two -
And it begins again.
The night and the day play games on the body.
Left, right -
And it begins again.
Our mere shells cracking
The ugly dehydrated crowbars of the desert.
And look, here, now,
The smell of fresh meat
Yet unwhittled by unfeeling tanks
Crushing
Tearing
Devouring like lions.
One, two -
And the bird flies like dried crepe.
People flank barren rivers,
Outlaws
In the human condition.