Robert Berold
the grass turns yellow,
shrivels to powdery
straw, turns black.
the trees die standing up.
moonlight all night.
insects all night.
the heat has cooked us
limbs to brain.
green drought upon us,
the red drought to come.
Featured on 16 December 2021
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