Poetry: “IN DEATH VALLEY” by Emily Eddins


How unlikely that we should be here at all
Our presence but a brief raven’s call
Across the valley of this desert place
The worn rocks bearing an indifferent face

We matter not the five of us
Huddled against the approaching dust
Blowing in quickening tunnels of sand
Boring into our weeping hands

We clasp each other as flesh reveals bone
Rising like mountains of sun-whitened stone
These bones will be all that’s left of us
Eventually it will win, the dust

Claiming each of us one by one
We’ll all seek comfort but will find none
As we huddle together our eyes cast down
Searching yawning crevasses in the cold, cracked ground

Emily Eddins is a multi-genre author of poems, short stories and essays. She holds a BA from Vanderbilt University and an MA from Georgetown University. Her poetry, creative nonfiction, and short fiction have appeared in publications such as Willow Review, The Louisville Review, The Round, Toad Suck Review, Forge, Front Porch, The Cape Rock, and others. Her humorous essay collection, Altitude Adjustment, reached the Top Five in the Amazon Kindle Hot New Releases section for 90-minute short biographies.