#11 - two poems - the drought makes everything smaller + unnatural disasters, such as ourselves

11^th January, 2020

11

two poems

the drought makes everything smaller

the future for instance

there’s much less of that

the drought shows bones

even in the tree

everything sees through

fear of summer is a thing

drier and drier

page like this could catch

we have the why though

weather – an absence

life in buckets

this many, so much

the echoing is empty

bugs slow in the heat

death in the branches

and no bird hidden

drought is a long way

down in the tank

that’s how far we’ve come

and that’s how far we have to go

you can see the neighbours now

no one knows how far the drought

it shrinks the dream

right down

even the looking is less

and argument, the dots to join

fire is the finale

how little we are now

unnatural disasters, such as ourselves

in our own good offices

(fill up all the available)

flare

set fences

we are all tumbling

and come to flame

out of our way

or drown too

there are days

you could call us a war

know to mourn the billion others

is that what we’ll do?

keep counting

keep counting

talk and talk and talk

won’t necessarily see

blow down

sneak under

who can count on us then?

spin it all away

we are one-off for this world

only we name

deep in the words where I am

can’t be my voice that you hear

I myself am an act of God

how is it with you?

where we’re hidden

no one knows how high the pile

and the thing goes spinning senselessly

time’s just a matter of us