Monday, August 16, 2010

The Tattooed Desert

I must have been almost crazy
to start out alone like that on my bicycle
pedalling into the tropics carrying
a medicine for which no one had found
the disease and hoping
I would make it in time

I passed through a paper village under glass
where the explorers first found
silence and taught it to speak
where old men were sitting in front
of their houses killing sand without mercy

brothers I shouted to them
tell me who moved the river
where can I find a good place to drown

Richard Shelton
"The Tattooed Desert"

(photo credit)


  1. That's the wonderful thing about poetry...taken literally it makes no sense. But, let the words into your mind's imaginative world and, oh, my! That's a powerful piece of writing.


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