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Black Sands

Updated on July 11, 2017

Women in black

carry wine in large urns.

they bring it in

the May noon, when the sun is

far above the horizon.


Two of the men are burried up

to their necks in sand.

they don't blink their eyes,

they have no tears. They don't smile

when the women approach.


To the left side, a man is tied

against a smooth post. while

the women wet sponges and

cool the faces of the buried men,

the standing man

closes his eyes and his lips move.


But at night, after the women

have left and the day is asleep,

the man stares at the train tracks

across the horizon. In the glow of the moon,

he can see the skyline of the city

and smell the waters of the wet beach beyond.

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    • Larry Rankin profile image

      Larry Rankin 3 months ago from Oklahoma

      Interesting imagery.

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      Nell Rose 3 months ago from England

      Interesting stuff! and what pictures it conjures!

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      Finn Liam Cooper 3 months ago from Los Angeles

      thank you for your comments. not one of my personal favorites but something I dabbled up in college - years ago....in a darker phase of my life I guess... :)

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      GalaxyRat 3 months ago from The Crazy Rat Lady's House

      I like it. :) Well done.

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      Harish Mamgain 3 months ago from India

      A very interesting poem, evoking so many emotions in the mind. You seem to have woven a sad tale within the verses. I enjoyed reading the poem.

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      Ryan Fuller 3 months ago from Louisiana, USA

      Great poem and great illustration to go along with it. Good job.