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. He, a creature with shadow and moonlight, mourns. A melancholy tune escapes his throat, a symphony born from the ashes of a forgotten world. It is|This is a lament for lost homes, a song of emptiness. The dust swirls below him, a swirling graveyard of memories,