by Winonah Harrington
Lying in the desert
Parched
Lips like dried mud sit still.
Body raped and mutilated
Arms ripped off scattered in the four directions
Eyes bulging
Rotting corpse in the blaring sun
Long braids blowing like tumbleweeds
Deserted in a desolate land
Flies crawling through nostrils into the body
Stomach torn open
Entrails being consumed by maggots
The vultures eyeing their meal greedily
Fighting ensues
Dusk comes and in the dark only bones remain
waiting to be bleached in the scorching sun
of tomorrow’s dance.
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