Because We Cut the Trees
Baked strands of air
cut through my nostrils.
As a cloud of red hung above rooftops
so lads covered
their huge mouths and blood shot eyes
with polythene bags.
The miserable trees had forcibly
lost their green coat,
the red earth had begun to crack,
and rhythmic motion revealed
gloomy black ants collecting dust
instead of rice grains.
Once upon a time in ages
a black dot showed in the sky
rumblings were heard through the earth
and by divine whim,
did piercing drops fall,
trickling down onto my face
I lifted my tongue to the sky
like a tired dog
until I could bare it no more
and that was it
the sky cleared,
and the usual red arrested the brief blue.
Copyright © Paul Kasami | Year Posted 2019
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