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    dots Submission Name: Death in the Desertdots
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    Author: isselman2001
    Elite Ratio:    5.38 - 37/47/46
    Words: 236
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    dotsDeath in the Desertdots
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    A snowy shack lies in the snowy desert palms by night
    Its dizzy catacombs are vestibules of busy light and bright
    Flamingos tapdance its vermiculated shores no more:
    An ancient steward flogs his decayed hat and greets you at the door

    There is the smell of whisky laden in the air. A glum professor takes you there
    Where you have not been followed but, for selfsame pleasure, antiquated mare
    You’ll pay an extra shilling—forgotten currency from long-forgotten stalls
    The haunts of ancient voices thundering through the halls

    The cold dark air is chilling cobwebs and the walls are greasy moss
    You reach for an ancient symbol and you pray to it. The cross
    That had no fury has no life: there is no meaning to the fallen fight
    The sins of angels have taken the light: nothing nomore is sacred, nothing right

    And all the floors are muted, there’s a silent hush to footsteps creaking by
    And as you pass the old veranda there’s an inward solitude: “Good-bye”
    The angels say from their dark pit of death. Their voices creaking
    Your feet in the depths of sinking sands, soul-chilled and easy speaking

    You wake the cracking tongue the tunnel of bright white has laid
    Bare all the visions in its misty light: last moments spade
    The breath that follows chill-cold in the white:
    No beam of consciousness but snowy desert night.




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