BARREN

Here nothing moves.
The hills are seated
in silence.
Not even the sands
purse their lips.
Teeth that could once
gash stones are too
tired to chatter.
The sand could not
be bothered with what
the hoarse radios echo.
Fridges are breathing
sand.
An amassed fortune
of desert.
How to annihilate the
sun?
Source of the eternal.
Electrical appliances
have nothing left to
offer.
Cathedrals are dry.
Ancestors are frozen.