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| Keetmanshoop in Namibia - A Dry Desert Wasteland |
Xerophyte (The Wasteland)
It grunts
It spits
It throws up an arm
Thinking it’s in command
It shouts
It screams
It causes confusion
To create a diversion
It shrieks
It howls
It tears at its mane
This progeny of disdain
Yet
One glance up
One glance out
One glance ahead
And it’s dead
And gone
To feed the wasteland
From which it fed
To pay for the lives
Of those it bled
As a real monster, it has no power.
ReplyDeleteI probably interpreted that all wrong, didn't I? Crap...
Lol, Alex
DeleteExactly! Succinct summary in eight words. :)
As a real monster, it has no power except vicariously through others!
In the end, and through all its bluster and blunder, it's dead and, through its decay, it continues life's cycle, ad infinitum.
Fantastic poem. Excellent job creating an X. :)
ReplyDeleteStopping by from the #atozchallenge !
@JLenniDorner
Oh this was amazing. The wasteland felt alive to me. I love it!
ReplyDeleteReally great poem! And really creative way to find your X word.
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