I shuffled down the dirt road at a snail’s pace
trying to prolong my existence,
in a feeble attempt to postpone the inevitable,
my back to a howling wind that pushed me along.
The whistling in my ears muted the sneers
from a multitude of dust devils.
High noon was fast approaching,
bringing to light a tortuous certainty.
I stared down at the loosely hanging shackles
that bound me to the filth of poetic injustice.
Muttered a curse to the sentence pronounced.
Swore to the gods through the pangs of retribution.
I knew where I was headed,
and followed the footsteps of many a man most assuredly