Wounds gape in the rueful earth <br />Seeds of qualm succumb to fear. <br />Current crops' resilience wanes <br />Cracks open tearing deep, deep down <br />Beyond the fragile pumped up surface <br />Past horizons of uneasy ancestral bones <br />Imperfect, strong but true, <br />To fragmented roots of primeval forests, <br />Beneath whose gnarled and protective boughs <br />Dreams sprouted and so oft' a brilliant yield <br />Projected, feeding hearty minds <br />Nourishing and illuminating to distant fields. <br />Now with its wisdom the forest has gone <br />Natural resources dwindle <br />Wealth has made us poorer yet <br />Dreams can't escape the spindle, <br />Seeking now by yesterday <br />Against the future we borrow <br />Modify crops, sewing spin and swindle. <br />Reap new enemies on the morrow, <br />Treaties to prosecute foe defeated at war <br />No longer have Geneva currency <br />From only two generations ago. <br />Empire seizes resources at will <br />Invisible are its ignorant and poor as <br />Wretches gormandise needily on admiration and sway <br />The rights of the individual assured with impunity <br />Elevate each to demigod, way above the state, <br />Credit gorge purchases, offered up to growth <br />Fleeting empowered fix to elusive purpose. <br />But without blissful feedlot consumption <br />The state would soon abate, <br />So with a holy book in one hand <br />And a smoking gun in the other, <br />They and the almighty stride <br />As bands and sols divide <br />Sacred fabric unravels <br />Threads unwind in a free falling spiral <br />Until each tatter of fibre is dispersed, <br />Inheritance of the jolly quest, moribund, <br />Ephemeral seeds but remain, <br />Near the barren wellspring <br />Where they discarded fell, <br />No end in sight; long dry spell.<br /><br />Danny Draper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dry-spell-3/
