Drought

Brittle sinew,

Groaning against decay.

Stale driving heat,

Spent in the chalk-dust of bones.

The oppressive curtain of day…

Alone with the wind.

Seeking the cool dark,

Subterranean escapes,

Sheltering,

The night prevails,

Amidst the shadowy darkness–

Of tombs.

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