Walter Durk

Sierra Blanca
No breeze blows in Sierra Blanca
the air is calm as though there is no life
parched soil stretches between brown buildings
(the few that stand there)
as monuments to another time

Dust storms rage around Sierra Blanca
clouding visions of distant Mesas
flat mountains reaching toward the sky
absorbing an eternal message
to transmit through the globe


Lizards thrive in Sierra Blanca
sucking-up with flicking tongues
remainders of life


Carcasses litter Sierra Blanca
brittle-white bones
with scores of spent munitions

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


"Reflections" by Lottie Williams