Desert Salt

Salty taste of hell sweeps through the sanguine land Generated fire by the wavering drunken sun The disc up in the sky less satiated Red ball is in disguise by afternoon still happy Explodes in blinding light Nomads going nowhere share the pain Sheet covered creatures meander slow Move through the threaded saffron strands of golden waves Over dunes of granularity That make up the ocean floor from desert top to bottom Discernible footing is somewhere between air and earth At times steps seem to disappear Camels slide along, one hump at a time Rocking more from instability than drinking heat Water is a mirage, lost company in the distance Thirst tastes delicious in the desert dry Salt is by your side like a religion Glistens in sun light as you walk by