There is a voice crying in the wilderness
standing atop the salt petre slabs
distilled from tears shed over time
tears shed in anguish
There is a voice crying in the wilderness
Peering out from the hulk
Of abandoned private jets
Sitting out their lives amid the dunes and scorching sun
There is a voice crying in the wilderness
There are wolves howling at the moon
There are owls wailing forlornly in the dusk that never ends
There is a voice crying in the wilderness
Asking what shall it all profit a man?
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