Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

The Desert Heat

The coast stands still in the desert heat
And the cloud parts from above and filters a message
Of love, I felt comfortable for a moment
And observe the scene from a distance
But the moment quickly changed when
 The earth began to shake and birds  
Starts pouring through the gate
I watched hundreds of ships sailing in
With the mad wind propelling them along the border
And the pirates hanging on the sides with vicious eyes
And long guns strapped on their backs and sides
I didn’t like the look on their face, they were going
To invade the place, big ships keep rolling in
And drunken men parading along the ships corridor 
Holding guns and whisky bottles in their hands
Taking a sip and singing a loud and boisterous song
And the ship keeps unloading from morning
Till sun down with boxes and suitcase, barrel and food
And bags packed with jewel and shoe
They form long lines on the other side
And the ship stood still in the desert heat

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