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Small Echo of Death

There is something monumental
about cattle skeletons
on the drought stricken edges
of barren places.

Oases in the wet but more 
often desert.
bleaching bones crowned with
macabre skulls and long horns
lying where they meet death
on unrelenting hot sand.

I see the outline of the bones
beneath the sterile desert air
as  heat waves glimmer.

Look - where a smaller set
are curled within her pelvic space

Poor unborn calf
that echoes her death
in miniature

Suzanne Delaney

My first Title was "Drought's Indifference."

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney

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  1. Date: 4/8/2013 6:11:00 PM
    I ran into one when I was in Tanzania and also in New Zealand--its probable that farm folks see them all the time but, they really are arresting and you captured that, excellent.

  1. Date: 4/7/2013 11:57:00 AM
    Dear Suzanne, The Title had me wanting to read "Small Echo of Death".I see YOU have changed the Title and I believe for the better as the ending so well indicates.This also reminded me of when I lived in Las Vegas and took the dogs for a walk I would see Sun bleached rabbit skeletons.You do so well with YOUR description of anything YOU write about. Superb Quill. LOVE ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...Harry

  1. Date: 3/31/2013 1:17:00 PM
    Such sadness within this lovely write Suzanne! This is a very well written poem! I enjoyed reading it this afternoon! Great Work!!

    Delaney Avatar Suzanne Delaney
    Date: 3/31/2013 1:23:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks for visiting Russell: This was a true experience when I went on Summer holidays to the Outback with Dad. We were camped near an Artesian well and I saw the cow skeleton there and was drawn to the macarbe. I must day the little dead calf bones taught me a lot that day on chance and circumstance. The lesson has stayed with me.