Many
In a snaking line across the red rock desert
Men, women
Children
Dressed in threadbare rags
shadows indistinct under the blazing son
No tears nor voices
Silence
Cold unearthly terrifying all encompassing
Silence
Bare feet on hard rock
Amputated limbs
Wounds torn with fragmented metal
Bloodless
Nothing
Endless suffering
Frozen for all eternity
A line snaking across the desert
Men, women
Children
The many
The dead