a tale in green

the very earth was brittle under feet.
she cracked beneath the weight of man
and prayed for her relief

the setting sun lit golden plains
of harvests dead and gone
and when the darkness fell it lingered on

and on

and on

and on.

a farmer took his life before the flood.
if god refused to bring the rain,
he'd rain with his own blood
the wife he loved is sitting in his chair.
watching as the as the water falls
and soaks the burning air
it's over now.

we fall asleep to storms.
born in the drought,
all we ever knew is drowning out.

it's over now.

Reviews

[Adam Greenfield]

This, my dear, is a fantastic way of showing the devastation that has gone on over there. It's somewhat bittersweet, this piece, but... well, maybe I'm biased but this is why I am such a fan of you and your words.