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A Tear

A tear seeps weakly from

The corner of my eye.

Not a tear of sorrow;

Not a tear of joy.

Eyes pulled deep in sockets

Like black-holes in the sky.

Sinus working over time.

Emitting matter; head so dry.

My lungs heave

In search of air.

There’s very little

Of that here.

Will I see sunrise again.

Mountains have disappeared from view.

The hills and trees

Have all gone too.

They are all still there;

But pleasure my eye no more.

A glass-less greenhouse.

Hell’s kitchen’s core.

The furnace lit as day unfolds

Will burn for hours unabated.

By noon so hot

By eve cremated.

No rain’s been seen since November.

The reservoirs are running dry.

Just one storm in mid-December.

Canals and rivers trickle by.

The farms are parched and all that stands,

Clinging to life each day,

Are fields of corn that grips the land

Till Monsoon comes. Hope away.

Yet still by night

The fires they light.

The men who farm the very land,

To then destroy with their own hand.

 

[This is Chiang Mai 19th April 2016]

 

Where can you get all the Spudsulike?

It’s dry, dusty and hot by day and cool at night. Chiang Mai hasn’t seen a drop of rain for 3 months and very little wind, just gentle breezes from time to time. Luckily we have ample water from the mountains to sustain us and our crops. Continue reading Where can you get all the Spudsulike?