dust
the dying man laid down amongst the crabs and the cacti Increasing in heat, the sun cracked his skin into a jagged jigsaw mask "Dust." the man spoke out loud and his soul escaped wavering in the heat of that last breathe "Dust." the dried carcass the still husk the coarse remnant of a lifetime might have reminded some child of a sand castle but the presence of a gust from the west blew it off and away like dust.its a poem. Written August 14th, 2001 © on Aug 14 2001 08:24 AM PST 0 • 10
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"the dying man laid down ..."