Dust - I Hear You Crying

I hear you crying

Your once proud mantle turned to

powdered dust.

Green to grey.

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I hear you crying

as your roots dry out

bulbs, corms and rhizomes shrivel,

maxed out before their time.

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I hear you crying

while the murmuring wind

crescendos to a wild screech,

and mighty trees bowl over

their huge root balls breached.

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Upturned, dried and wizened.

their internal systems can

no longer sustain

their weight in a porous soil.

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I hear you crying

when your soil begets grey dust.

As encrusted, elephantine skin

spreads,

a cancer on the land.

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“encrusted, elephantine skin” UNSPLASH…redcharlie

Fissures and cracks appear like open sores.

Gaps in your spent terrain.

Giant footprints are marching,

marching, spreading , marching.

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Again

I hear you cry

when animals driven by thirst,

then riveted by death,

people a relinquished landscape

their white bones arced,

stark in the rays of

a driven sun.

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Unsplash. "white and brown animal skull on rock" Annie Spratt

I hear you crying

You’re hot I know.

You suffer an ever expanding, molten middle earth.

An illness waiting to erupt.

A temperature to fit.

No relief in sight.

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I hear you crying, I do hear you crying.

But we are crying now as we

labour to restock our water sources.

Too late we hurry. But hurry we do.

Procrastination is killing our time.

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Liquid lost…

Lights out.

a.a.hardy

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