Death Passes By

A vast endless sea of sand beyond The blue grey hills, bathed in the sun Creosote bushes dot the line Of a bleak horizon, where heat waves shine Nothing stirs the sun so cruel No breeze at all to keep me cool I walk alone in the desert free Of all my troubles in this endless sea. The desert is full of life they say But Death is the one that comes my way Sidewinding down an ancient hill, Forked tongue flicking, I stand so still. Death passes by and looks at me The rattles silent, no need to flee Death travels by and goes his way I live to walk another day. 4/1910 29 palms ca.