1985

Shadows so black
they looked like burn marks
in the dry brown grass.
The Texas sun bit viciously
into the earth.

The changes are coming.
Look well to the
grass & trees.
They sing of sorrow,
of infinite patience,
of desperation.
All this will change
soon....but soon enough?
Cry for the onea who
do not see.
Cry for the loss of
all we know
or knew.

Merciless ships
laden with unforgiving
sun and struggling
clouds. Few creatures
venture far in this
daylight. The night comes,
with breezes for respite,
and the day's heat
lies quiet, forgotten.
but not forgiven.
Life is leeched out
inch by careful inch.
Where are the rains,
Goddess,
to feed your starving
children?