Deserts Poem by Drew Engman

Surfing in a tidal wave, drowning on the land
Sailing over dry lakes, swimming desert sands
Gold mines lost in mystery, silver bullets found
Dirt road miles away from anything
The desert stretching all around

Men are likely to meet god there
Or be tempted by the devil
All become a little odd there
Sunburned and disheveled

I've heard desert prophets
Wild with fire in their eyes
Preach their message on a mountain
Of Salvation built by hand
I've come across their epitaphs
Blow over in the wind
They found a straight and narrow way
In the deserts wide and crooked sins