EYE

EYE

I am barren.
I am dry.
Picked clean by carrion;
Dust colored like the sky.

I am the forever desert
Passing by.
The winds that unearth
Bones from their sarcophagi.

I am the howling wind
And its lullaby;
The chaos as it descends,
From the tinted sky.

Yes, this is all apart of me--
The bones, the birds, the sky;
I am the desert not the sea,
For barren am I.