Juan....

what if i go there
undressed, completely undressed
and i shall be confronted with the vastness of the desert
and i shall hear nothing but the
wind and the slush of the sands?

am i ready to scorch in the desert
and die and be one of the unaccounted skulls there
together with some
unnumbered cows and
jackals?

the idea is horrible.
and i am staying here within these four corners
fully dressed.

because i am
moral citizen
Juan.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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