Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
DA

Leaves drop from the tree
As a mother weeps for her dead child
Another and another, heavy with death
No breeze to scatter
No dance across the grass
Drop, drop, drop
Carcass of shriveled springtime
Corpses of summer sun
Drop