Drought

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From the air,

A collage of uniform colour

Pitch black outlines of

Ochre polygons

An ascetic aesthetic.

 

On the ground,

Clay. Fired, baked, cracked, encrusted

Exhausted, consumed, sterile.

A sinister symmetry

An ominous infinity.

 

On the horizon,

Bovine skulls, desiccated trees

Signposts

To a certain future

For the serotinous

 

In hindsight,

A giant jigsaw whose pieces we all made

Whose picture we could not

Collectively imagine

Or reshape.

 

Deborah Ewing

November 2015

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