Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp hail hits my face.
Men run like a race.
They shout for me to move.
I pick up their quick groove.
“The Dead are here for us,”
one tall man shouts at us,
“Run to the Town Hall
or the town will fall.”
THE DEAD GAME

