An Endless Desert Poem by James Dionne

An Endless Desert



Please note: These poems I use are of my best quality writings from my Myspace, so enjoy! I had to edit this one. Its message wasn't very muddling or guessable.

Beyond the valleys of the Styx,

Lies a stone engraved, yet alone in the mix.

A humble grave, that once stood in glory -

for their victories now, comes no story.

But alas, upon the window sill and the pane,

Was the last Dodo, billowing its head to the Crane.

The society's smoke, grew from its smoke stacks,

from buildings of menacing might, all the way to the country's backs.

Along the border, walled-in institutions was their insights.

It meant only to wage war, cause violence, and start fights,

Filled with explosives, or was it filled with blood?

It's your choice; infect them with a plague or with radiated mud.

Even with the bombs in the air, and chaos in the sky,

the background of the world will fade to die.

And they consider the Sands, the War,

those which die in the midst, are stranded, left to rot in the tar.

An eclipse had set fire to this nation's poor men, women, and children.

Their ghosts pour out of the ditches that they were dumped in;

There was no emptiness; there was only silence.

The final moment of the World teetered in slowly; tough and tense.

There were no sounds. There was no longer laughter.

There was no voice. There was nothing left of where a man once stood, shortly after.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 07 January 2009

All comes down, when reason leaves.

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