My blood covers
The fruits of our land,
Indulging the tasteless
Sugar that is sand.
Come into
My hallowed frame,
Carve yourself
In my dried name.
Patience is blind
Before crimson stain,
A drought agnostic
To the notion of kin.
My blood covers
The fruits of our land,
Indulging the tasteless
Sugar that is sand.
Come into
My hallowed frame,
Carve yourself
In my dried name.
Patience is blind
Before crimson stain,
A drought agnostic
To the notion of kin.