Wednesday, June 29, 2016

a land without rain

the earth is poison here
breaking us even as we break it
from the infected air to the undead trees
this is a fragile age
a glimpse of the beauty that was
and the horror that is to come

in a land without rain
oh Lord have mercy

when the storm comes 
to wash this all away
pray for my children, angels of God

they have tasted death at the dinner table
every day of their small lives
and yet they have the innocence of sparrows
and those too will be felled

here in the last days of a land without rain

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