Cactus Ghost

Inhaling the dust, the dry air
Cracks my skin, I soak it in.
But where do I fly from here?
A fairy in the lonely prairie.
The paddock, drenched in sand,
A raging sea beneath debris,
With twisted cacti crumbling.
Raise a toast, soldier’s ghost,
To the sweltering irony,
Lying slain, longing rain.
The poison within the gold
Is the cause of all my flaws…