whispers frighten us...

as frenzies grow calm
embroidered with vines
ancestral solstices unfold

clouds are galloping wildly,
the wind is growling wilder
to call rain to the fields

rain...this strange water
pours unto the earth
scorching in the wind

the earthen pots are full
with blood-
wild, pure, untamed water

the savaged skies clear
and the silence of a stagnant sea
covers the fields burning in heat

we will never know hunger again...