Swallow Us Whole

My lanky limbs are built for the stealthy night
for sneaking, prowling
So I swim through the carnival of wild dogs;
each yipping, howling;
each are instinctively grasping and groping
with big, greedy hands.
And I wait for the indian sun to set
on the hot, red sand
so that I may make my escape with bare feet
and roam freely through
the orange abyss that is consumed by sand
where bones lay askew.
Mine will be discarded along with the rest;
I will feed the birds.
I cry out to the godlike shaman man but
my voice is not heard.
Have you wondered what it'd be like to decay?
Won't you fall with me?
Into that familiar red hot madness
that swallows bodies?
Away from the howling dogs and their groping
and into the ground.
We will soon become that which swallows all else
when the sand surrounds.