Badlands Breeze

Badlands breeze

blows hard, blows mean

spitting time back in our faces

burying our dreams all over again

beneath oceans of dirt;

We waited for better days

that came and went,

while we were barely awake

ghosts of a hundred factories

ghosts of a million Tom Joads

marched into the long forgetting,

where places and names are tossed away

with the crumpled old maps

they were written on;

And the new geography

with their digital maps

don’t mean too much to anyone

their places and names are nowhere

anywhere near here,

Here the Badlands breeze

blows hard,blows mean

where all we inherit is

an empire of emptiness

a kingdom of sand.

3 thoughts on “Badlands Breeze

  1. VijayNair

    The allusions take us back to Bruce Springsteen’s ”folk rock song”, ”The Ghost Of Tom Joad” and, of course ,to John Steinbeck’s great novel ”The Grapes of Wrath”, which introduces us to Tom Joad. However, the poem is an original,masterly presentation of a sense of irretrievable loss .

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  2. Sunila K

    A poem of lament born from ruins probably caused by a storm or Badlands Breeze as the poet names it! Very well portrayed!

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