Red Earth

A single shred of mystery remains Amongst the rubble Bones

And clay 

Clay people emerge From small clay homes Shielding their

tender skin With cool red mud,

layered thick–– From the brute

fireball in the sky Striking down

in shards

A world collapsed before them

Crumbled in defeat 

Before, there was

mother nature

Springing from their feet

Yet None remember the days

before the earth went red Deep

amber dirt Lifting like a vail To a

far off place 

Before silver and metal

Became the ruin Of

their holy place 

The clay people barely speak

To save their mouths From


Their minds They seldom

wander Imagination is

their plague 

Sun sets now

A golden


Sits softly

Upon a

quiet Red




-Andrea Aliseda