Uprising: A Journey – IV
The fifth day took a turn for the worst:
a sand shark swallowed three scouts,
protective glasses and all;
one second they were there,
regurgitated bones pushed up from under the dune.
Uncle Mohammed picked up two kids,
one under each arm, like sacks,
and rolled down the rocky side
where the predator doesn’t hunt;
devoured two more women, and blasted out of the dune.
Its body shadow-blocked the Sun,
and irony engraved itself
on the travelers’ foreheads
in the form of twisted frowns—
of silence for the dead and for shade on the dune.
An utterance of names echoed
within a heat-waved skyline.
Accounting for the dead
proved tougher than expected:
answered, except for the vultures circling the dune.