A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
My Desert
A studied hand, breaks the corner of the stormfront
Measured- and- my heart beats with the breath of the wind
–
Can you hold destiny in your pocket?
Devise a central theme for the whole of the nation?
Fuse your fingers to the trigger?
Wield our dreams like a club, railing against the cracked skull of
Prejudice?
–
And, as I
Breathe in the corrupted air, I
Shake my head
“I don’t know.”
And the stars are all judges
“I never knew.”
But, slow and relentless
I keep walking.
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