Poetry Friday - Quark in the Desert

His eyes fixed unwavering on the wavering horizon,his jaw stoically set,his bulletproof Bible over his heart,Quark marches through the desert with the Foreign Legion.The sun blazes down on his head like a merciless God,hot enough to render the meager flesh from his bonestill they saw through his skin like guilt through his heart,and the parched air sears his throat,but Quark is here to bury his