 slices
like a knife  walking throughout the night
oblivious to all around
soft winds blow through the canyons
but it slices like a knife
nothing but an empty shell
eyes stare blankly ahead
seeing all and seeing nothing
it slices like a knife
all life is drained
there is no more meaning
all is lost forever
it slices like a knife
the sun rises high casting shadows
on the proffered cliffs all around
those shadows mirroring the darkness
it slices like a knife
this darkness surrounds the spirit
covering it so completely
that no light can shine through
because it slices like a knife
footsteps continue in this place
all enveloped by dry heat but again
feeling nothing but numbness
it slices like a knife
the beauty of the desert
scraggly paloverde branches
reach to the sky in prayer
still it slices like a knife
mesquite struggles there
but neither offer much shade
from the heat of the rising sun
it slices like a knife
the songs of the cactus wrens
fill the air sounds not heard
just like the voices ignored
it slices like a knife
an eagle soars overhead
unnoticed by one below
not even the spirit close by
it slices like a knife
the canyon stretches endlessly
filled with life that struggles
wanting to promise renewal
still it slices like a knife
the dryness of the land
caused by unthinking others
cracks cries out in agony
it slices like a knife
there is that one that follows
watching every move
protection for one lost
still it slices like a knife
its presence felt but
one still searches for
the needed peace balance
but it slices like a knife
winds pick back up at sunset
swirling dust devils in the air
blowing billowing clouds across the sky
it slices like a knife
walking miles across this wasteland
for some maybe but not for all walking
long into the night that blankets the canyon
it slices like a knife
where are the connections to all things
why can't they treat Mother Earth with respect
these questions and others fill this space
it slices her like a knife
but one thing stands out among all of these
that one thing desired to be forgotten
but still it haunts continuously
it slices like a knife
no matter where she goes
nothing can make it disappear
nothing ever will
it slices like a knife
they never listened, and never do
only thinking of themselves
never of what the future holds
it slices like a knife
speaking of sacred lands
lands others look to desecrate
but they only smiled
it slices like a knife
their thoughts on their pockets only
on themselves, focused on that green
that flashes before their eyes
it slices like a knife
the thoughts of others
once the words are spoken
"oh that's nice" then they move on
it slices like a knife
they never think of the children,
of what this will do to them
only wrapped up in themselves
it slices like a knife
a world out of balance results
one where the sacred lands
are no longer respected
it slices like a knife
forever they walk, now in unison
forever searching for that something
that one thing so desired that peace
it slices like a knife
sometimes shadows can be seen across the cliffs
two together floating through the canyon
one who was never seen again
it sliced like a knife
on quiet summer nights when the soft winds blow
all who enter this canyon can sometimes hear
their footsteps and the haunting howls of a wolf
it cut her like a knife
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