Andrew J McKiernan

Well, three days since I returned from Conjure and I still haven't blogged the weekend! I will, tonight, but for now I thought I'd post this poem... as I can't think of anyone else who'd want it :)

The Rain Never Came

The rain never came.
They said it would,
and day after day,
we waited.

A change was expected,
late in the evening, they said.

We sat up late,
breathing in the heat.
Even the cicadas
sounded parched.

Tomorrow, they said.
Surely, it will come tomorrow.

Day after day
the sun beats down
and grasses turn
to straw

The earth turns too,
slowly, cracking, drying.

Time here is measured
by the ever rising count
of corpses
in the paddock.

©2006 A.J.McKiernan