052210a Headless Soldiers Poem by Manonton Dalan

endless sand, it does pass horizon
uninhabited like surface of the moon
heat wave glimmer to layers of mirage
as desire of water for dry lips to wash
hopeless legs slowly slicing deep furrows

dust flew in whirlpool hiding theirs sorrows
weak falls kissing ground so quiet to hear
left alone for hungry vultures to pick on flesh
awakened black beetle rise from her nest
eager to take her share of unexpected feast
only to be step on by thousand marching feet