A Grand Red Sand Poem by Kevin Familia

A grand red sand
Where dust flourishes in the land
It is windy, yet upon there, sound was silenced
Who is there to see this sand of grand?

No one lived in that desolation
It produced a great perpetuation
A continuum of degradation

The humidity there was like a calamity
Its ground, very dry and very fry
Life is nowhere in it to pity
Only the dust that fills the sky

A sand so bad
To this place of grand
Bitterly damned like a crooked hand