Dust
In my bones, desert dust
Sweeping winds cleansing the plains
Wide open, vast
Deep within my marrow ghosts reside
Secrets buried
Fractured memories of roaming warriors
Screams piercing the endless canyons
Echoes
Of wounds unable to heal
Articulations
Flesh torn from bone
Like thieves in the night
Ripping away centuries of ceremony in seconds
Robbed
A carcass of past existence
Left rotted and wasted
By the seduction of greed
Head bowed
Silently decomposing
My bones return to desert dust
My soul returns as rain
Muddying the massacre
Blurring history
A water-colored dream
Life is a circle
Life is a circle
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