It didn't rain again today
Savage Sun scorched away
Grass that held Sacred Ground
Withered to desolate Dust --
To Promised Land I'm bound

**** this Wasteland of Resentment
Bring me to enchanted Contentment
Lost and alone, I thirst and wander
Many Lives have withered to Dust,
Disoriented by disordered Wonder

In the Grasp of a murmuring Caldera,
Shaded by Cones spewing Hatred-Air
I followed the orange. sinking Sun
The Desert underfoot turned to Crust
At Nightfall, I swallowed my last Drink

Resolved to trod on until I dropped,
I tried to remember when Rain stopped
I keep a History of my hopeful Quest,
Keeping in mind it's "Boom or Bust"
Only the Angels know the Rest