The pitiless sun …

The pitiless sun

makes rust out of blood;

a clotted trace

of war and of pain

inscribed on the sands

by an anonymous hand.

Antiquity’s lessons as lost

as the horizon.


The shifting dunes,

in waves and in flood,

as impassive as fate

casting the runes,

absorb and erase

a warrior’s last words …


But the echoes

of time reverberate

in each grain ..

sorrow and sacrifice

entwined in the stain.

The desert wind whips

like a scorpion’s sting

in a storm of red dust flying … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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2 Responses to The pitiless sun …

  1. Shermeen says:

    Trust you to find an aesthetically pleasing yet corresponding photo to the bitter facts of life you narrate here; so much depth in every word here. Very, very good.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Thank you very much, Shermeen … yes, the horror and the pity of war.

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