Echoes in the Dust How can you beat flesh and bone, ignore the pleading the cry, the call for God, for mercy? How did you hecome the hammer, the sword, the pain? Where is your sight-your light? Darkness has swelled your mind, blurred your eyes, as you became the horriffic nightmare of the last moments he breathes, he moans, cries from a place so deep it makes the angels weep-bloodied and broken. The long day you dragged him past insanity, past humanity, into a nightmare against all that is sacred, into the bloodied soil, into the roots of the earth.