Cynical Nursery Rhyme


...when the landscape weeps arid tears for the harvest -
the one that never came,
for in all her spite
she drank all the rain -
we all wither together in the end.

time will shatter in infinite fragments
less than the whole of its parts
the fragments will slice our raw flesh without care
and this is the way it has to be.

she wailed at the wind
shouted epithets
she wanted her
voice to be heard
she surrendered that right
when she drank all the rain
thus her echoes simply rolled off the cliffs.

the space between now comprised by half-truths
Clay and ashes fill the gaps
she tried very hard to escape this fate
we all wither together in the end.

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