the slow mechanical grind of sun-bleached bones in a blackened desert,
crystallized with nuclear force
scorched shards of twisted glass ripping along wind patterns;
in too much time, a nomad crosses the horizon of silhouetted dunes
his bare, cracked feet stick to the ground as blood pools in his steps
irradiated lacerations crossing his flesh,
negative space attached in cranial cavities
his eyes two burnt x’s
a living death in the heat.
-leo
