The crags and cliffs stretch down into

     the brown of the landscape.

Everything is dead:

     the trees, the animals, the earth...

all varying shades of abandonment.

Light bends and breaks in submission

     to the heat.

Dead yet shimmering.

     Dull yet bright.

          Serene yet chaotic.

There is no hope for escape,

     only the doom of being caught

     in a beautiful haze.

Begotten, not made;

     God's country

     in a land

                     forgotten by God.