Deserts
Sands flow according to the seasons,
where I stand,
motionless in disrespect to greed.
Stars drench me
in oblivion.
I cast the dice upon darkness.
White and black, against each other,
red and yellow, against each other.
The teacher stands motionless in disrespect to gravity,
on a mound of shamelessness,
preparing his lesson,
for when the house of cards
burns.
Deserts bow their nightly cold before me.
I sat with Jesus among the dunes.
I tempted him,
I scorned,
I cried.
Just as the sun forgets to spare the thirsty children,
so we desert ourselves,
and pity deserts humanity,
among the dunes.