031210 It Could Happened Poem by Manonton Dalan

vast span of dry sand
my feet sinking hard to walk
my lips hurting, my lungs screaming
hurtful sun on my face
how did i came to this place
i wonder what's over the dunes

i can hear drums and circling birds
i can hardly see besides black wings
the size of a golf umbrella, flapping
somehow it's cooling the surrounding
i reach a gravel road, barb wire fence
enclosing herds of cows on green grass

then i heard thunderous noise, a tank
i dove on the ditch, i hit something
it hurts so much, i feel off the bed
washer is off balance making noise
still woozy i run naked across the room
oh! my! i'm not aware they're all home