Death in the Desert
Heat waves frolic along the desert’s endless edge
I hear the shuffling of camel’s toes
The soft landing of camel dung
The smell adding to my woes
My knees embedded in sand
Awaiting the wrath of the Queen of Hearts
The bald ibis watches from his rocky perch
I glimmer a glint of steel through shrouded eyes
To the camel and ibis it’s no surprise
They’ve seen many times how a man dies
Heat waves frolic along the desert’s endless edge
Having no power to stop their play
On a whim of the wind they hold their place
The camel and Ibis are rarely seen
Betwixt the sand and the dust devils space
The wind has no say as to what happens next
When frolicking ends and attention is paid
A man with no head leaves them perplexed
To the camel and ibis it’s no surprise
They’ve seen many times how a man dies
Michael Glassman is a retired high school teacher who has been writing poetry, one act plays, short stories, (fiction and non-fiction) for almost ten years. He attends local writing workshops and reads his work at open mic nights. He has been published on the following web sites: 'Voices From Here,' 'Voices Project,' 'Society of Classical Poetry and the Bright Sleep website.