No breeze blows in Sierra Blanca the air is calm as though there is no life parched soil stretches between brown buildings (the few that stand there) as monuments to another time
Dust storms rage around Sierra Blanca clouding visions of distant Mesas flat mountains reaching toward the sky absorbing an eternal message to transmit through the globe
Lizards thrive in Sierra Blanca sucking-up with flicking tongues remaining remnants of life
Carcasses litter Sierra Blanca brittle-white bones and scores of spent munitions
