pristine defence

pristine defence
a fortress
in shallow greys and blonde tresses
a fortress
empty as the surrounding desert

the giant face
of the entrance wall
with eyes, wide, penetrating
barbed lashes at the ready
granite-lipped drawbridge sealed tight

the mouth snaps
creaking shrilly in the wind
a whispering, questioning breeze
blowing ever out, sometimes gently
but often a blasting wind

those mocking eyes brook no entry
that sharp-toothed mouth denies refuge
that emptiness will not be stained
by the passage of travellers