headline poetry

“we are waiting”
we cry
“can you hear us?”

dust and fear and
the sweat of anticipation
is all that answers us
in this barren
forsaken place
that you see before you

we are waiting
for an eternity
no one ever has visited
our little camp
on purpose

we live in no time
in no place
shuffled about with only
the promise of more dust
more fear
more sweat and yet

(beneath our tattered veil
no one has yet discovered
our fleshy golden fruit
our sweet tea of love
our peppery loin
our heady bouquet
our verdant humor
our elegant honor
still, no one has found
the eternal beauty
of this
our ethereal empire)