Gathering Desert Doom

Gathering Desert Doom

A Poem by Earl Schumacker
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A sign at the desert entrance warns of life, of death.

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Gathering Desert Doom


Gathering darkness lies in the desert dead

Breathe the doom. Black birds will follow

Few things grow in the wasteland

Roses spring into action into April reds

Bloodied with their thorns along the edge

Nourished by rich soil from the plains

Cruel at best are their chances for survival

Where the bio changes divergent from wet to dry

At war with life and forces that came before


Dawn wakes with yellow birds escaping

Still tethered to the Earth which holds

All accountable to their task biological

To forces higher than the sky

There is a warning at the desert entrance

Water is absent as a Christmas gift or kiss

Thirst would hang you from a tree but alas

Wood and rope are scarce in the badlands


-What is missing-


The desert grows out by the mile

Wider by the dunes as their child

Into cities like granular specters

Tiny specs stretched, extended on the wind

Into marches, into riots. Into you life flows


Sand has no life beyond dry dead heat

At best it enters the eyes and covers bones

Gathering desert doom alone




© 2020 Earl Schumacker


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Added on August 4, 2020
Last Updated on August 4, 2020
Tags: Desert, life, death, survival

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Earl Schumacker
Earl Schumacker

Atlantic City, NJ



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B.A. Degree in Literature and Language. I enjoy writing short stories, poetry, novels and keeping up with new scientific discoveries. I enjoy philosophy and Art appreciation. more..

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