In fields where rivers used to flow
She lay and watched the emptied skies,
As year on year the drought stretched on,
As lives around her faded out.
The tree in which the roller sat,
The grass in which the cobra coiled,
The fertile soil which fed them all:
As dust they scattered, memories lost.
She lay in desiccated lands,
And watched them try to fix their pumps,
And watched them try to live their lives.
She watched their cultures blown apart.
A desolation took her song:
Its rocks and bones and endless sun.
Gavin R Jones 
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