Untouchable Things
For a millennium they cherished the sand.
Upon humble wishes and tender footprints.
In the company of uncomplaining beasts.
They found no diamonds or shiny gems.
Only the streaks on the moon-kissed path.
Having just enough to sustain the will.
And plenty less to dream upon.
Oasis to oasis like skipping stones.
In between the burn of destiny.
As the Prophets and imposters
sparred atop the watery mirage.
They praised the struggle.
Prayed for guidance.
Gave thanks to the divine.
Then slaughtered each other into silence.
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