The Bat's Lament: A Shel Silverstein Symphony in McCarthy's Dust
In the sun-bleached silence upon a world choked by dust, a solitary bat hangs suspended. She, a creature with shadow and moonlight, sings. A dreadful tune escapes its throat, a dirge born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost homes, a song of desolation. The dust swirls below her, a swirling graveyard of memories, and