the sand strewn landing incident

no distress signal where wood is above
and metal rust below the sand
water line, life jackets now
dust, lie scattered to save ghostly
cries for help, rubber and
chrome rolled off into 
waves of dunes, half submerged,
desert poured in 
quickly through rolled 
down glass;

passengers but to swim against the
tide, looking for a rescue,
will it come? hang on
desperately to railings, splinters
to succumb to, minds
race back when a storm 
arose on a crossing,
pilot knocked unconscious,
wheel spinning
spinning;

off course like misguided children
in orphanages, walk in
shadows where no shadows
exist, where water glasses
contain no water,
only filled with sand, drink
the dryness to quench
a thirst, hope,
the sand laps at their
faces;

just like survivors in the sand strewn 
landing incident, soaked and
cold, where is the sun?
dunes rise like tidal waves
to block, night
encroaches where sidewinder 
snakes slither,
but, perchance a rescue?
blankets to warm,
to comfort…

Copyright © 08/23/2013 Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread®

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