Deprived of the rains for over a
month now, my periwinkles are dying.
We thought we controlled the
earth. Let this be a reminder that we
are guests of Mother Earth, not her lord and master.
The Parched Earth
Leaves bursting with thirst
suicidal descents
into the sands of oblivion below
the final searching
so much brown
green - a lost
bewildered orphan
disappearing children
crucified limbs
flesh torn
slowly from hanging skeletons
we journey through the desert.
Ben Gieske
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