Monday, December 7, 2015

Skulls on the desert floor

No longer breathing
Far from living
Like a memory tossed out
A skull of a living being
Left behind
Like a marker
Upon the desert floor
Was it slaughtered
Did it die to feed a human
Or did it wander too far
From the water
Exhaust itself was the cause
Did it escape a predator
Summer heat rising
Body temperature
Both ascending
The need to escape
Too much pressure
And the ox simply died
Without notice
Of any of kin