Earth is no longer our mother
she sucks up her own juices
draws them towards the depths.
The saltpan dries up slowly
suddenly all is barrenness and salt.
Rocks like dragons teeth
once glistening, drooling with wetness
now surge upwards from the lake bed
shrouded with sediment
guarding empty vaults.
Once life flourished with rich diversity
live creatures formed the web of Nature.
Now dead strands of algae
bleached white by the sun
join one bleak rock to another
there is no hiding place for mercy.
Such desperate forlornness –
sullen wind sweeps across the basin -
Where do we look for hope?
Seagulls hover and search
above the deep mosaic cracks
that craze the centre of the pan.
Perhaps they are searching in vain
for a memory that haunts them now.
Surely we once found rich pickings here?
Or was that some other place?