Jules Mur

Sand

Jules MC

The sand calls for me—

Ever present—no reprieve.

No chance to flee;

Let alone, grieve.

Sand below me…

So it seems,

I’ll never plant a tree,

But add to the beams.

Sand below – blanket me…

Cover me from enemy,

Beasts looking for a feeding spree,

So that people only take a knee.

In the twilight of mankind we stand—

The precipice below us: the only refuge beneath the sand.