Caravans On Doomsday Wheels

Today’s revolution stirred up a caravan exodus

Infirm rattletrap capsules with muffled drum heartbeat wheels

Bounding towards anima’s fleshless horizons.

Trinket necked stars hang like a million glittering fists

Punching through profane cobalt skies

Their decaying vortexes salted in terminal plague.

The next day’s doomsday carnival on wheels

Eats up a venom sun spitting at bone bordered badlands

And toothless smiles mirror toxic miles.

Night vomits out her creeping beasts

And the sidewinder’s maracas

Sting the air with anxious songs.

Her uneasy pneumatic drill

Chases the heedless heel

That dares dip a broiled toe into saw tooth sands.

For the last lingering lot

Of bruised humanity’s obsolete stragglers

Dig rusty wheel and wasted feet into the earth’s scourged back.

And anchored leagues below tombstone spheres

The dune blanketed scorpions

Have already buried their dead.

The dancing quiver of burning bombs resets our clock to zero.