The desert sun beats hard

against the back of my throat

and

the wind had blown sand onto my

once-juicy tongue

an ant found a pool of blood

an ant followed it to the corner of my mouth,

and bit the skin

discolored by sun-dried saliva foam

one bite

to be followed by others;

beetles, reptiles

vultures, reptiles,

the likeā€¦

My flesh is eaten,

retreats from the bone

a mere frame

to be chewed away by the

winds

until there is nothing left of me