Away
from the scorched sky
In the
entrails of this cave
Even
the darkness is red
Jewels
fade into bloodless flowers
And the
strange stench
Of
fathom-deep places and fear.
Tensing
a calloused hand
The
senses untouched
Tongue
cleft and parched
Utters
cursed penitence
For a
cloudburst.
The
acrid soil, I spill
The
split seed tumbles yellow
Brittle
dust scratches
Retinal
fireflashes
Scours
the sad skin
Withering
and vacant
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