Legends Beneath the Stars
Inspired by the week two prompt from Tara Connor's "The Public Domain Poetry Project"
And when children go hungry in forgotten lands, the decision makers will crow they're not starving to death. Day ends before the sun rises for the desert-pocketed and Night is prismatic with war stories of what ifs and wills. The air loud with dopamine, nature-gnawed wood reanimates with the factory-worn soles of clapping work boots. Voices trade ears, only expecting company, speaking in comfort until sunrise.
Enlightened by starlight sandals slap desert sand. Dim bones lie beneath ravaged wood, stone and dawn arrives to see an empty pot on an extinguished pyre cold what ifs ashes lying left to be told to another more perfect world.
There is so much to fix, Daniel. Your poem is packed with imagery and the perfect word choices.