I found myself in a desert
Parched and crawling through the sand
Feeling the heat and the granules
The sun rays beating down on me
I see a mirage of an oasis
In this barren wastland
Far off in the shimmering heat haze
I crawled on, only to see nomadic tribes passing in front of me
Then they fade and disappear
I crawl on further, only to find Arabic Mamluk soldiers
Marching before me, heavy cavalry men strong and brave
Once proud but now slaves
I crawl on still, I see vultures circling over me
Birds of the carrion stalking me
Thirst is slowly killing me
But they like the other mirages don't disappear
And suddenly I feel fear
Then a camal train of spice trades appears in front of me
And a dark firm hand reaches out at me
'How did you get in this mess my friend' he said
I didn't know, I shook my head
'ah well, tis a tale for another day, now take my hand so you can be saved
In the name of Allah it was fate I come this way, this day'.
That's the tale of how I was saved in the desert wastes
Yet still without knowing how it came to pass
That I ended up in this perilous state.
9/10/2018
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Categories:
wastland, sun,
Form: Free verse
cold ogre universe
engulf tender stars
spit out the bones-see the sparks...
everyone looks toward the sky
says how pretty they are
complimenting the slaughter
how endearing and naive.
Pot black sky means the ogre is idling,
fattened by star fillets, it sleeps.
New stars are born,
honed with their shine
but when ogre awakens
the bone sparks will fly
once again-
Birth and slaughter
hungry and saited
pinwheels of time
turns oasis to wastland:
This is the natural course of things,
purity always ravaged
by green toothed savage
while the masses chew on
the cool glass
of indifference...
whispering bloody lipped to the ID,
"glad its not me."
how endearing and stupid
can these IDiots be.
Categories:
wastland, devotion, parody, people, stars,
Form: Ballad