Gathering Desert Doom

Gathering darkness lies in the desert dead Breathe the doom. Black birds will follow Few things grow in the wasteland Roses spring into action into April reds Bloodied with their thorns along the edge Nourished by rich soil from the plains Cruel at best are their chances for survival Where the bio changes divergent from wet to dry At war with life and forces that came before Dawn wakes with yellow birds escaping Still tethered to the Earth which holds All accountable to their task biological To forces higher than the sky There is a warning at the desert entrance Water is absent as a Christmas gift or kiss Thirst would hang you from a tree but alas Wood and rope are scarce in the badlands -What is missing- The desert grows out by the mile Wider by the dunes as their child Into cities like granular specters Tiny specs stretched, extended on the wind Into marches, into riots. Into you life flows Sand has no life beyond dry dead heat At best it enters the eyes and covers bones Gathering desert doom alone