the blazing sun sinks beneath the hills
the sky, tinged with hues of red…
glows.
the ground is damp and wet
the earth, crumbles beneath my feet.
the air is thick with the cries
of the voices that once were
trails of salty bitterness
burn their way down
as I stand, a coppery tang
is heavy on my tongue.
air laden
with silence
far off, a lone bird calls
for his mate
who is gone