scorcher

I

 

the weatherman’s slanted smile has been

crucified on his treacherous green-screen.

the only mourners seem to be his faded blue

Judas-eyes.

 

II

 

droopy pine trees and I share a parched

& hopeless chuckle as I water my flaccid garden

with overly salted tears.

rainclouds stare down like angry gods,

but refuse to quench this scorched earth;

this scorched skin.

 

found a dead squirrel behind the propane

tank this morning;

his filmy white eyes and twiggy jutting ribs

told a tale

too sad to be converted into words.

 

yesterday, I got a similar story

from an eviscerated and colorless skink.

 

 

III

 

our sandstorm prayers and heat wave

moans die of thirst halfway to a fabled

heavenly oasis.

 

as pathetic as we must look,

I can only assume

that God has forgotten

how to cry.     

Reviews

[NoWayer]

Yes, it certainly feels that way over here as well. Only an occasional tear from above to quench this impossible heat.

I burned my hand last weekend, put a bandage on it, and the sun melted the bandage onto the wound. One more scar for my pretty hands.

[...]

Ones tears the only hydration and proof they are still alive. I love the III part; if prayers and moans cannot make it, why would we expect to.

[Kerry O'Connor]

I like the progression from Part I to III - different angles on the same problem: drought.
Believe it or not, we have Winter drought... all the above with a biting, cold wind.

I loved the bathos of the final 4 lines.

as pathetic as we must look,
I can only assume
that God has forgotten
how to cry.

[Kenneth The Poet]

I have seen Texas in drought season. It is ungodly as the last stanza so aptly says. Very cool, R.G.

[Robin]

a Lapsteel - howling

[OT]

"as pathetic as we must look,
I can only assume
that God has forgotten
how to cry." =- ah yes RG is in the house lol - nice!

[Lilly Negoi]

what a marvelously perfect imagery of drought! both on the outside and on the inside!