2.

 

the gravel by the roadside

spat in the daylight

 

someone dug a shallow trench

late one Saturday night

 

and fell asleep, all alone

amongst the sage scrub dreams

 

around their open grave

the cactus wrens hailed the stars

 

and nobody stopped to weep

and nobody stopped to watch

 

and every passing truck

kicked in a pile of stones

 

the desert wasted another soul

the road ran through its heart

 

I believe you saw the snow

on the tops of distant mountains

 

 

 

 

 

 

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