The Desert Mourns

The village fountain mourns the square Near the salted slimeheads A man throws handfuls of his blood His bright teeth (You should think in solid ways Look what happens when you don't) Forget that you were tricked You lie to the wriggling mess with every thought Near the salted slimeheads Red yawns widen and splatter He spreads his belongings on the sand I heard something through his prehistoric grin We were all scarred with tribal wounds But the clustering force left me alone There was once a village square Whose bright floor I swept Forget that you were tricked You lie to the wriggling mess with every thought

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

In the resounding desert The whale scrapes and feeds on the bugs Something they gave him makes him sweat He will not trust them again One rock for the wild dog He's not working on the inside Here's one for right between the eyes If he misses he will stamp his feet To break the roof and fall through to the tangling ropes In the resounding desert The whale scrapes and feeds on the bugs Something they gave him makes him sweat He will not trust them again

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025