Salar of the skies
what forlorn rusted crags
tear against
your saline shores
Their black shadowed gullies
hold minerals
and ancient new-world ghosts
but nothing more
Beyond, earth’s crudest fires
stand sentinel
white capped cones
harvesting the heavens
We speed but still
move seemingly slower
than a creeping sun
and the landscape reddens
A comet and dusten tail
speck in a salten sky
racing a ruler-straight road
engine drones chassis clatters
The noise insulation
for tired, thin-aired thoughts
rock and salt and rarefied sky
taunt that no thought matters
Deceitful Arizaro
to mortal man and beast
concealing callous danger
until alerted in its grasp
The crossing looks so easy
but a carniverous plant you close
heat, blizzard, dust & thirst
until they expire their last
But malevolent not really
you are just being yourself
elemental salt sky fire and stone
not much of anything kind
Beautiful Arizaro
today you let us pass
like a snake your beauty spells danger
but to see it kindles the mind
Zubdig 