Drought

The earth is sucked bare by the sun

The empty clouded sky

The dazzling drone of pure heat rings alone

Seeing tears flash dry

On a sailing boat out to sea

Their mouths have all been parched

The salt meat of land drags the life from their glands

February and March

From a year without rain

From a year without rain

The weather is bare

The weather is bare

The weather is bare of flies

The house is full of dust

The taste of black trees like a tune on the breeze

Thirst that you can trust

The shadows contain no more cool

The windows all let in the heat

Dead things on the road as their insides explode

My hands are full of water and weeds