a terrible turn of events:
the crops failed
the rain ate my clothes
the breeze is thick as chalk dust
specks of dirt in a baby blue sky
draw long lazy circles overhead
news of atrocities from far off lands
are suddenly not so alien anymore
who knew it would come to this:
the body turning on itself
or the all-too-late realization of a pool of water that it has evaporated
the crops failed
the rain ate my clothes
the breeze is thick as chalk dust
specks of dirt in a baby blue sky
draw long lazy circles overhead
news of atrocities from far off lands
are suddenly not so alien anymore
who knew it would come to this:
the body turning on itself
or the all-too-late realization of a pool of water that it has evaporated
