Baptism [Een dichter]

His a land barren, dry
dust covered it, that

She had prayed to be

Come
fertile soil, find
what little I can sow

His heart hardened
by the drought
yet still able to yield

ache and sweat,
digging for mere moist.

On stolen time
To hold a pause
to consume a now
somewhat longer than it lasted

Nature’s not to cheat

He drew floods, massive
uncontrollable, rivers full

drowning her.