A cold and starry desert night,
wondrous setting in which to shite.
No traffic noise,
not even birds,
just the flopping of juicy turds into a hollow on the dune,
glistening brightly under the moon.
Ringpiece wiped with satisfaction,
the proud results of bowel action
are covered over
with cold sand
to lie below this foreign land, drying slowly into pieces...
My lonely, far away feces.
