A Day in the Sands
The sun breaks over the visual plane
Clouds of white dot the sky
Human figures arise from shabby shacks.
Surrounded by block and clay buildings
Tin and cardboard, old clothe shrouds—
Cries of babies and children abound
Hunger from their bellies screams out.
Winds blow softly,
Sand pelts against my skin—
As I gaze across the barren land
I see the army moving slowly.
Moving towards the village—
All are bent on engagement
Of friend or foe, and in the evening,
The sky blackens with a stench.
The bodies’ lay on sand crumpled—
The parts of skin, fingers, human fragments
All too visible in the sunlight,
All too visible in the darkness of my mind.