Sentinels

Standing incessantly. Dead towers planted on a sterile waste.

Shadows swell like tar.

Crowns of jagged steeples scratch through the clouds.

The valley of silhouettes and hissing gale, whisking past the cold dirt beneath their black boughs, seep into the landscape.

Objects bend around them.

Alkaline and iron corrosion irrigates the dry wind.

Vacant cavities and cracked pillars eclipse the horizon.