T for Tom

The Dust In A Line

Posted in poem by johnsontoms on May 4, 2015

There, to the east from the mountain

The dust in a line rises

From ants marching

Rolling in all terrain vehicles

Rolling in armored tanks

Rolling out to the field

Marching to victory.

All in a row

And without question

The call is “follow me!”

Where the desert winds pick the sand

Off the floor and through the air

It soars, clouding vision.

A fitting description.

But there also to the east is earth untouched,

Holes in the ground dug once but abandoned,

No more money, you see?

Now just empty mines

Though empty depends on your frame of mind.

To the ants

The money is the making

The money is in the march

The money is in the order

To follow someone to victory.

But in such desert, lonely places

Where high noon is all day

No shade from no tree

There in the mines away from the ants

I hide.

A cool wind drifts off the rocks.

That is not my army any longer.

That is not my war anymore.

Lines of dust blowing up from the convoys.

Lines of dust blowing up from the convoys.

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