The land is burnt and withering,
A faux Venusian hell–
It’s dying here from lack of rain
A seven year dry spell
It’s strange the things that we avoid,
And somehow, yet, it tells —
That thing we take for granted?
Life-and-death
To someone else
Other People's Feelings
The land is burnt and withering,
A faux Venusian hell–
It’s dying here from lack of rain
A seven year dry spell
It’s strange the things that we avoid,
And somehow, yet, it tells —
That thing we take for granted?
Life-and-death
To someone else
I like this a lot. It is stark and empty, yet full of meaning.