Out Of The Stony Places

Out of the stony places,
grit dust and large boulders,
dry scaly skin, torn, ripped,
boney boned.
Yellow eyes crusted, dry from clenching out acid tears,
and the `pitiless sun`?
No it's just the sun-burning sun of a wilderness,
and `pity` is a blood filled emotion,
here harshness is the dry currency.
It's grey-green tongue flickers to catch the no-moisture in the haze,

Shade under a cactus,
the spines groan in ecstacy,
the `waiting for relief` is a blood filled summation.
Desert lizard is lizard-like, not expanding horizons.