Poetry

That valley ate them alive."

(You can either slam on the breaks
Or see if you can speed through
Before it turns red.)

Behind every granite countertop
Or shag carpet
Or Jesus fish
Or generic manufactured "art"

Is a child
Running through the desert
Chewing on ice for sustenance
Walking only on glass
With bare feet.

In the beginning,
People washed up on shore
With sun kissed skin and cracked heels,
Sand stuck to them like scars.

They wandered for years
Into the desert
Where all around them,
Mountains hid the horizon.