upon my face the sun scalds against my will
i lay there with not the strength to roll to the side
to hide the blisters
it seems like years since i had begun this journey
and it will be years if i choose to finish
if i'm not there now
i lay eternally, waiting for them to come
devour
i seek moisture through the sweat and maroon
i taste the salt, the dirt, the maroon
every sound isn't present
except the whisper of arising nonexistance
i am immortal no longer
alone am i
yet i sense one's presence
so i look to my enemy of yellow which hides my owner
it has arrived to join my feast
how i love the company
but it's not for forever for i'm being poked
my dried scabs and mucous are revealing marrow
tissue
more maroon
finally, the vulture has come
© 2002 S. S. Hudson, STRTJCKT Publishing
