Burning Sands by S.W. Black Copyright © 2017 S.W. Black. Some Rights Reserved. Creative Commons Attribution License.
I have been to Burning Man. Burning Man. Burning Man. And what did I find? Oh, burning sands. Yes, burning sands.
The sands they burn your hands and your feet. These sands they burn away at your ears. These sands they burn right through your eyes. Or maybe, maybe that was drugs there, too.
But I remember those burning sands. They call it dust or playa, yes. It burns and gets all in your crevasses. It burns and burns of alkali flats.
And so the burning sand where the man stands it all goes up in one great flash. It burns, it burns all through the night as people sing and shout, quite right.
What do you think of that burning man? Standing on his burning sands? And still other art it burns there, true. Sometimes it makes the artist blue.
For that burning sand invites others to burn what artists wanted kept and burn it does all through the night burning, burning like the sand.