Along the dusty road,
Following the huellas of animals and tyres,
The sun beats down upon my back.
I pass the rotting remains of a dog,
The stench overwhelms me in surprise,
A pool of congealed blood,
Tongue hanging to one side,
An empty bottle lies despondent,
Broken glass, a bicycle frame,
The fleece of a sheep’s hide,
A plastic bag flapping in the wind.
Sultry, like this smouldering rubble,
Plumes of smoke, blue haze;
Shimmering like tarmac in the intense heat.
A girl picks up a polyester tube
And proudly holds it aloft.
Her joyful tear rolls gently
Down a dirt stained cheek,
Landing on parched dust.
It glints for a moment, like a grain of sand,
And then, like this sallow vision,