A desperate wind

A desperate wind

Blowing cobweb memories

Scouring backwater dreams

Lifting the dust of devils

Into teardrop eyes

Blinding those

Desolate days

With a hot sun

Burning the skin

Baking a naked soul

Breaking old bones

Into pieces

Leaving the earth

A wretched picture

Parched of rain

Life water

Drained into arid plains

Malnourished

Soil giving little away

Scorching the soles

Of unshod feet

Is all it is good for

Breaking spirits

As easily

As squashing a bug

Nothing to do

But wait

A blameless blemish

Rolling in the dust

Of yesterday

Dystopian clouds

Settle over

The sorry remains

Of an innocent child’s

Stillborn dreams

As the wind cries

In desperation.