Faye Sizemore

DESERT WIND

The wind, it blows…
and, with it and the sand
the tanks move on
into Baghdad…
It is almost too easy
Where is Saddam
Are you hiding…
Are you alone…
or are you long gone…
with the sand and the wind

The wind is an alterer
of the desert sand…
Does it cover the remains
of a Tyrant’s band
and, pray, not brave Liberators
of the desert land…
Instinct says beware,
and it’s seldom wrong…
Beware…
Beware, what lies hidden, in the sand…