dunes crunching sand shaking simmering
after a soft breeze pops dry
cracking stone bursts in flames
a bush rolls down scattering ember
every living thing burrows deeper praying
for a drop of water strength or eternal
peace with parched blazing heart
beating ever more quickly
until the ground starts shaking
and bones beneath it hot rocks sand
it becomes obvious that it’s not a heart
not the earth that is beating but sky
Tlaloc* slashes clouds pierces
lightning under his feet trampling
black of crying he screams with a hundred
voices angry at his wife again
being booted out to think and get some
fresh air to calm down like the time he
was only joking and daunted just a little
why isn’t she getting his jokes?
*god of rain
61×86 cm
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