this self absorbed angry child
screams for her lost brother
pulls the dry south winds.
she drinks from air
bakes dirt pies in her colossal oven
stomps on rivers like ant piles
tosses the earth into dusty twisters
Scorches us ants
as huts of straw and sticks fall
She screeches through the wires
ghostly howls through remaining trees
She sets her glowing eyes on them
she licks her drying lips.
She puffs smoke from
Her clove cigarettes.
‘fly, my Little Ones, Fly’
and tosses lightning ends
to ripe, red needles