Dry Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

The winters are so dry
To fail the yield in fields
Even the taps are so dry
To fail to quench my thirsty
So is the savanna so dry
To fail the beast in the wild
With the coffers so dry
To fail the economy of minds
The reeds so dry
To fail the breeze forces
Even the crags so dry
To fail the Sower's seedlings
So are her lips so dry
To fail her kisses so venomous
With the tank so dry
To fail the truck's momentum
The weeds so dry
To fail uetrophication
Even the brewery so dry
To fail the fermentation of the grape
So is the liquor so dry
To fail my conscience
With the joke so dry
To fail the laughter and its irony
The caress so dry
To fail the emotional involvement
Even the cow so dry
To fail the milk
So is her checks so dry
To fail the drip of the tears
With his semen so dry
To fail her tummy to distend
The nose so dry
To fail its discharge