the way they are
the one for one
two left over
waves
spreading out
from the sourcea deep rumble
set up
knocked back
a wary walker
on the tracks
off into the desertthe ghosts of the past
rough and unseen
arisen from the dust
created of the mud
and formedleft to their own devices
to create
noise
and nuisance
an insult to the beauty
they were made to singthe thing is dry
and sky is wet
and the forceful nature
will break through
