THE DESERT SUN

1964-03-11-022

POEM #018

THE DESERT SUN

Yell for the water! 
Shout from your throat!
And you wish and pray
For another day
But the sun gets hot, hot, and hotter.

Your dirty hair,
Your blistered feet
The smothering, covering air
Awaits the fate you meet.
While the sun gets hot, hot, and hotter.

The sun...beats... down
Hot, hot, and hotter.
The buzzards wait... in silence
Your flesh they yearn to eat.
Where the sun gets hot, hot, and hotter.

You trudge on the desert
So weak and alone
You're gasping so hard
Each breath is a moan
While the sun gets hot, hot, and hotter.

You lick your lips
You stumble and fall
You wish like hell
You'd been killed in a brawl
But the sun gets hot, hot, and hotter.

Blood, sweat and tears
And the valiant men:
What puny little words
To describe what you've been
And the sun gets hot, hot, and hotter.

The dust storm comes
And you cover your eyes
There's no use crying
For who'd hear your cries?
Where the sun gets hot, hot, and hotter.

And now you're free
From the desert sun
And you thank your God
your agony’s done,
And the sun gets hot, hot.......and hotter.

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the wordmaster says:

❝Finally, I begin to get excited about what I did. I start to show a little promise.❞

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