About the Poem
The situation exposes the villainy of the puppeteer, who is far more exposed then he thought and portrays the shame, guilt and hopefully isolation and fear of what his actions will ultimately bring him.
Dust Devils |
| by Richard S. Wells Jr. |
| Vultures remained acacia boughed near the shrinking oasis, ancient hate festering, rankling in its timeless rage. Sending locusts to represent them they waited, shifting weight on tainted talons, hoping for an easy meal of death dined in the dark. In their desert chanticleer's call is in a sunless and pointless black night. As the call to prayer harkens in all directions, now so does their shame. Veils of night hide not the smirks of guilt and birds who would normally fly around sandstorms must now fly through them. |
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