The Badlands
The sun begins to set
like a red phoenix’s dying breath.
I look upon high on the cliff face
to the little camp below
found amongst the old scares
of this barren land.
I think of the day’s work
looking in the grey tombs
of those ancient times.
Monstrous times.
Amongst this group of scholars
with their heads in the ground
show my young brown eyes
fossilized monsters of the badlands.
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