Walking Behind Pelicans

J. Murdock McInnes Vasey
Rooms Of Light
Published in
1 min readMar 26


Photo by Uday Kiran on Unsplash

I walked behind some pelicans
A small group of only three
Gone, their awkward beauty
Gone, the power of their wings
They looked like dirty ragged toys
Some ugly wasted things

With all the water gone
Without the strength to fly
They had no choice but walk
A long long walk to die

They were starving, parched by thirst
and would not survive the day
I wondered who’d die first
and did they really want to stay

I looked around, salt on the ground
All red and gray and glaring white
I saw an alien land
A land not of this world
The sun too blue and bright
The nights were far too cold

When the wind comes the poison spreads
We cannot breathe, all life is dead
Long buried salts are now set free
This once had been an inland sea

Now for miles all is dust
The colors are all wrong
On a death march, ends our song
What other choice but sing along

You reap just what you sow
Not one more step, it’s time to go



J. Murdock McInnes Vasey
Rooms Of Light

Hard times have found us, and revenge is on my mind.