DESERT CRY

I am the desert, the brown earth weeps,
Standing between past
And forever,
Parched
And no longer free.

My spirit can't hold your houses
And roads,
Tempers and greed.

Where are my tender plantings,
Cooling springs,
Footsteps softly walking
On my heart?

I wrap myself in my body's heat,
Crouch
Beneath the orange sky,
Wait
For the grey brown hawk
To circle.