A Subversive Note from ’98 – Saut Situmorang

you’re a long drought
that brings only deaths
to leaves, to flowers,
to fish in the rivers
in our beloved town.

since you’re a drought,
our tears will moisten the earth,
transform into vapors,
then rise up to the clouds.
you’ll hear us as thunders
and rain as we fall hard

to wash you down the drain!

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