Dreams of a Droughtless Decade

Where embers smoulder endless
Inlets are boldly dredged
For words and hope already wrung
To cope here at the edge
Errantly we screaming bound
Down toward our final days
With songs made up of asbestos
And sleeping gods of clay
Addled eyes with awe and stars
Toward boundless life we claw
Dreamed a drought-less decade up
And for it forfeit all.