DRY SEASON

The rains have made way for dryness
Moisture made way for dust
The doors to life shut down
Journeying down the earth crust

Death grins at the green tree
Lifeless leaves turn around in the air like dancing ghosts
To reach the foot of the king,
Kissing its feet to gesture for yesterday’s support

Hurray! This is the welcome ceremony
The initiation of the almost forgotten Shea tree
Praises and great appellations are sang
To accept the fruits of its labour

Skin and lips humbly crack,
Leaving deep gullies of wound
Saying hellos are swollen purple lips
And shinny skins and faces move across streets

Within the forest, bellows of rivers fail to roll
And the impatient deer drags its body to lean against a pole
Waiting for a miracle
Water gushing out of rocks for the Israelite multitude