Desert Descend Poem by phaser eugene

Whose yard is there, in the desert's midst
Like morning after a major feast
Abandoned under ancient dust
And dead like a statue, made to last

My hungry donkey looked confused
When I decided to lead her hooves
In the desert's yard, amidst my mind
Where thoughts don't run, but slowly climb

My donkey shakes her tiny mane
To ask me if a mistake was made
And the silent motion of response
Would force her hooves to move forward

The desert views are stubborn steel
That cut like my donkey's eye in film
Because there's nothing to be seen
In this abandoned, deadly scene