The desert curls itself up
flat at night
an uncaring carnage of sand
and spiders
day’s heat retreats into
silence, leaving a numbing damp cold
cactus stand guard over
barren and nothing
snakes slither into holes
and under useless rocks
scavenger animals prowl
without much to show
it’s lifeless and without soul
night and day are equal
with nothing to offer
Roger Singer 