Desert Storm (excerpts)

A few lanky goats between the sand and the rocks… she fancied herself soon married in her long idle days in the beating down sun…

Life… love and children would come… would come her way… and life would go on in the old way… its always ways… a cast iron future set in its ways… day after day after day after day taking on to forever… flatlining the outline of her life…

Unmoving progression of a meandering road going in the same direction… tradition… for transition with all that it brought along in peace and undisturbed unchallenged rest… resting assured… assuring reassuring…

When fate got its knickers in a twist… on the outskirts of her universe…

A few lanky goats between the sand and the rocks… she never thought she would ever be disturbed disrupted in her thoughts…

She had a narrow escape… more scared than scarred… ripped clothes… without the shadow of a warning her life was torn apart… from her… a part of her would never be the same again… ever…

And then in a sudden outbreak the sky tore open and the ground split wide…

and then the sky raged and the ground maimed… and then the blue of the sky and the gold of the sun were nothing but dark clouds staining smearing scorching… taking on the hue of a harbinger of death… and then Nora the terrible one the stubborn fell to her end in a swan song Bâââââ… and all the birds suddenly took off to the evil once sheltering sky…

and then it all went so fast she barely found the time to remember…

Mommy ! Daddy ! I’m scared… I’m cold… I ache deep down inside me…

The evil birds of a vengeful god… a revengeful god…a scavengeful god… hovered over her land… her wasteland… a country gone to waste… to waste her life…

And then thunderbolt and lightning struck… Metal shower storming over… under… like a hell shower…

In this world that has nothing to take nothing to give… nothing to lose even… no heaven… why break hell loose ?

Why did the sky suddenly break? Suddenly rage ? On the rampage…

She knew nothing of the world beyond the mountain… her oasis was her oyster and her clouds all had silver lining… this trough of her valley will be grooved engraved forever in history… the shame will remain even when the story is told… even when the story is over… it will never be over… over here…

That hole… that big hole bored born of this thorn in their side… wide open wound bleeding messy pussy… no healing in this hailing hell… the cut will cut deeper and deeper… stretching broadening the edges that distance her world from the world… the rest of the world… she will never know…

A few lanky goats between the sand and the rocks… she fancied herself soon married in her long idle days in the beating down sun…

Life… love and children would come… would come her way… and life would go on in the old way… its always ways… a cast iron future set in its ways… day after day after day after day taking on to forever… flatlining the outline of her life…

Jesse CRAIGNOU