The tarnished railroad cuts through barren ground
while smog asphyxiates the reddish grass,
the wasteland carries no relaxing sound

this isn’t land which the messiah found
with rubied crowns and kings on thrones of glass,
the tarnished railroad cuts through barren ground

this place will never give you grace abound,
just stinging eyes from the acidic gas,
the wasteland carries no relaxing sound

the outcasts roam with derelicts uncrowned,
discordant codas surface from the brass,
the tarnished railroad cuts through barren ground

the nature of this Tophet does confound
the radiant robed rich and favoured mass,
the wasteland carries no relaxing sound

here, in this Sahara, I’ve plunged and drowned
without identity, essence or class,
the tarnished railroad cuts through barren ground,
the wasteland carries no relaxing sound.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2019)

Photo by Lamar Eul on Unsplash

 

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