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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