Desert Fantasies | Poems that Suck

I'm dreaming of
rocky deserts;
dehydrated packed
earth and a 
blistering sun. 

I'm dreaming of
vultures - those
winged friends -
swooping overhead
in slow circles, 

as my body
lies still and
prostrate, feeling
the death and 
desolace all 
around me -

rising up, and
through me, 
cleansing 
this body
like a
burnt
offering.