Ecru

The dry marsh

clay and sulfur

A tree twists upwards

like a plume in agony

The Dead White Sun

intensely soaks it all

Stalks of legs 

shuffling in herds

Gentle blonde mane creatures

wrinkled tattered skin

Crooning above their young

the red-faced condor

Heavy horizon

foul sick air

Fading into nothing

Fading into more