They hang sagging across the desert road from pylons which travel into the distance for as far as these eyes allow me to see.
Dust covered visions of the bodies he spoke of fly past the window so fast at these speeds, I have to lean across and tell him to stop all this running as we must now walk into the sands.
Warm glass crystals beneath our tough soled feet slide between toes and grate on the skin until raw from the distances side by side we have struggled through.
We will walk into the huge flames of the sun and not care of what becomes of us, for at least this may burn away all the sin covering our bodies.
Maybe, just maybe, we stand a chance of beginning again without the memories of destruction that we have lived with until today.
Dust covered visions of the bodies he spoke of fly past the window so fast at these speeds, I have to lean across and tell him to stop all this running as we must now walk into the sands.
Warm glass crystals beneath our tough soled feet slide between toes and grate on the skin until raw from the distances side by side we have struggled through.
We will walk into the huge flames of the sun and not care of what becomes of us, for at least this may burn away all the sin covering our bodies.
Maybe, just maybe, we stand a chance of beginning again without the memories of destruction that we have lived with until today.