As The Raging Sun Descended 12/?/93

As the raging sun descended
Parching dry the land
All the liquid left the leaves
Their burlap weaves starched with sand
Sat on their shoulders crisped by
daylight, walking men, cooled nightly
by the starlight, insufficient as it was.
Dreamed of fire breathing fire dreamed of
souls devoured by demons, dreamed of laughter
fueled by blood, woke to the raging sun.

Ravenous and sated.
Bored and consumed.
Random and fated.
Buried, exhumed.

As the grieving moon ascended
Pulling with it sky
To the heat was added chill
Their leather feet were padding still
in shoes.