Morning Harvest

I’ve walked miles in my shoes
Done the tango and felt the blues
Waiting for the roads to end
Sleeping under desert space
Over with the human race,
Now all I want is a mere friend
All forgotten all can see
The desert now surrounds me
Speaking of the times way back when
Bone matter dripping from the caves
Who can act and who are they?
Watching the skies as they slumber
Out of answers, out of ice
Displayed upon a veil of rice
Fine dining is no way to plunder