A Crooked Wind

A crooked wind throws tears
Back into the face of mountains
Scorched with the pain of dead memories
Now only poppies where flowers grew
Silent mourners mocked by moonlight
Dragged by their lives through
Final decay at the sight of the sun
Day shines light on
Drought's desperate remedies
Not even strangers come
To this blighted land
Life is harshly plucked
From those who had one known water
Had bathed in hope and light for
Now dust shrouds uncertainty
Is scattered by the uncaring wind
Waits and absorbs. Dry terror
Gorged with life’s moisture
A dancer at the wake of those
Whose life is taken
Scattered by the crooked wind

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