He Walks the Dunes

I wrote a poem when I was back in year 7 in school. It was called the journey and I really loved writing it. It did everything I loved in star wars or adventure. It took a hero to exotic places and through intense personal trials and more importantly it isolated then and forced them to confront the dark.

I recently watched all six star wars movies and craving to capture that sense of adventure and wandering and facing heroic trials I wrote this next poem. It's also very much a tribute to my earlier poem the Journey.

So without further waffle I present:

HE WALKS THE DUNES

Broken cartilage reveals a dark sneer on his brow
Caught across the dunes and the light
Seeking out his destiny between the days and nights
Till it all comes blowing out of him
Tumbling out over the sand and up the hills that roam and roll

The endless stretches out in his eyes
The corners or the horizon are the same as the dust at his feet
On he plods treds trudges
Not to anywhere he knows
Nowhere to go no signs
Just a simple pursuit of life

To live to drink to eat
These things he both wants and needs
His bones weak now snapping
His eyes once clear now hazy
Coated in a film like webbing of
A great spider that might live here
In the endless featurelessness

What comfort does night bring or can it?
Can it cool and calm torn ligaments
Does it mend broken tissue
Infested and rotted as the sand which darkens and howls at night

Empty
The word that fits perfectly in a world
filled to the brim in sand and wind and evaporation

Through death in despair
Through mortality and the after
Into the featurelessness here and the absence there
He walks across the dunes