Long and Dusty Road
Ionah :the third part
(Long and Dusty Road)
Hands sinking into wet sand mouth full of salty kelp
Head thumping from breath held to long
Limbs weary from swimming in deep blue sea
Smelling of fish and oceanic pulp
Sun baked skin covered in salty sheen
Tattered clothes flapping like flags
Blown by heat filled air as I walked the road
To the city of magnificence and wealth.
I stood a while watching the gates
Open and close as traders and merchants
Came and went about their daily trade
With no thought or care about their fate.
A raggedy man was I as I stepped inside
Would they listen and laugh or stone me dead
Do they deserve this truth I bring
Do I care if they worship and sing?
A P MCINTYRE 2012.
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