Cries rise.
And crack.
Desert and dunes.
Endless.
Sorrow? Shackled.
Respite? A meal.
Innocence lies limp.
Life drained. Poured out. Like water.
Heap. Bodies burn.
Dip and paint.
Doors stained red.
Wine washes down bread. Dry.
Tears bathe herbs. The flavor? Bitter.
Broken provision.
Death. And bread.
Agony reigns.
In the Shadowlands,
Enslaved.
Desert. And garden.
The Lord keeps the night watch.
Comrades? None.
Night swallows
A lost city submerged.
Collapse. Body weeps.
And crimson drops.
Garden gathers blossoms.
God-given. Blood.
Beloved.
Body broken.
Death. And bread.
Desert. And garden.
The Lord still keeps the night watch.
