In the root, agony - <br />Then despair, <br />With vastness of emptiness...... <br />Some life this, <br />If they but knew, <br />If they could taste humidity <br />On an early morn and feel flames <br />Of hell scorching soles, <br />Searing nostrils with each breath <br />Drawn in a swirl of steam, <br />And black bin-liners, moving, panting, <br />Searching to surrender. <br />No mercy here, for the gods <br />Left town long ago, <br />Only the elements live: <br />Sea, sand, wind. <br />Camel, ship of the desert, <br />Struggles to stay afloat, <br />Exhausted palm trees bend like question marks <br />Drawing dregs of moisture fading fast, <br />And shutters roll up exposing <br />God's blood-shot eye, <br />Like some Cyclops <br />Awaken from some giant sleep.<br /><br />Robert Dummett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eye-of-the-furnace/
