Mountains of Salt
I am going,
I am gone
To lead the patrols
into the mountains of salt.
Snaking like the guided blades
Of shears, we are determined
To find our way.
The salt colonies call us
In the voices becoming insistent
When we heard it and lost it;
now we are here to stay.

We watch those in the lands
Of cotton, in the fields of water.
Textile squadrons that will come to fabricate
The foundations, boundaries of concrete
Self-assurance, evidence, explanation,
100% natural with a hand from man-made.
In the bodies of water, I saw a reflection;
Embraced in the stream-flow, it never fades,
Primally simple, but you can't fight the current
The pebbles stay hidden; the friction innate.

We see you moving
and we stand, and we dive
Would that we could
Make this salt-city thrive
One day I'll leave you, no sight in the distance -
Now in this salt we lie,
It gets into our eyes and rubs
And we can only cry.