GOD´S DROUGHT:

I sign my dreams on stricken clouds,

And blow them to you on African winds,

I feel them, deluded in Kalahari shrouds.

 

Blistered sky, you´ve lost the ancient art of weeping,

Your tears dissolve in Okavango mists,

What happens to those in your keeping?

 

God of mighty beast, man & thorn,

You laugh from your sod free, wet sky,

And permit mangy life be born.

 

Mass of fur, feather, tooth, & bone dry,

Mother´s milk-cracked nipples weeping dust,

Don´t you have the least dignity to cry?

 

I whisper from unbelieving heart in pain,

God reverse my faith & prove,

That tears may eventually,

Turn

To

Rain.