Always and Always (1)

They flee from the desert my eyes, my feet, my hands: that is, I. I flee from the long desert that has been defeated: defeated by drought, defeated by garbage, defeated by disposable cups, defeated by empty bags – caught on every thorn branch - in place of the wild purple flowers. Defeated by the tainted syringe, gone into the veins of the dead who seem alive. From the desert of death, my eyes, my feet, my hands flee: that is: I flee with all my strength toward a place that stretches out: wide green plains, with the breaths of the fertile earth, I run: I: toward the memory of you ...