Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Burning Man

"...sands stained with the blood from star shards..."

Burning Man

blasphemy courted with anecdotal perversity
limitless chatter echoes through the canyon
all now weeping at the sight of blind hypocrisy
catching the orbs dancing with a butterfly net
Seeking peace but tripping through the garbage
sands stained with the blood from star shards
music calms the beast, the jungle just roars
pinnacle of life, enchanted in an icy cold desert.
tutelage from shamans moving to a spirit drum
casting vows of pious devotional decadence
earthy spirited flute touches the heart and soul
the burning man tosses ink onto the parchment.






Article © Ken Allan Dronsfield. All rights reserved.
Published in the June 26, 2017 issue .
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
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1 Reader Comment
Krista Vowell Clark
06/28/2017
07:06:24 PM
Excellent piece of poetry! Perfect use of imagery,leaving me picturing every detail! Very well written,indeed!
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