De clouds is a straggle of dissected straw
Dodging an irate sun
De river bed crunchy with crustacean bone
And big, big Mango tree like little boy with rickets
The earth I used to squeeze through my fingers
It grainy like ground corn now
And backyard patches of tomatoes and chive and shadoc beni
Flakin’ and flyin’ into murderous heat
I look everywhere for ah droplet of hope
But it only have dunes of salt on people cheeks
And hearts that once beamed warm with care
Now like dead mangrove putrid with desiccated after life
Even my mind is devoid of steady thought
My grey matter gone the way of fertile land turned desert
This tsunami of aridness is overpowerin’ me
Engulfing me in Hades inferno
I think something good is about to happen.
