ASK THE DUST

Why don't you trek to the deepest canyon's peak

Call out your name over and over in vain

Hear the river of echoes floating back your way

Once they are gone, and they will flee

Ask the dust

What you really are

Little pieces of broken dried up flesh

Stuck, hidden, preserved even 

Under a tall large yellow rock

No, you don't fear an unknown town

You don't walk away from certain risk or danger

You fear not to climb walls that belong to another

Returning shortly after dusk

Any drug, overdose even if

Waking up with a knife at your throat

No the dust will tell you 

This frightens you not a pinch

It is quite a simple bit, I am afraid you'd smirk sire

Just ask the flowing dust

It is a broken heart you fear most

More so then a death wish onto an innocent child

Trust if no one else, it'll settle

And after the shore winds are gone

Whirls of dust speak where they are swept to

And cover your one and only fear

The dusty cloud moves faster than you can see

Or muster to feel

Just pose the query 

I promise it'll tell but a simple and quick tale

Ask the whirl in the dust

If you dare.

11.28.2010