have lost their vegetable peace.
in their died- up minds
are waiting for the flowing verdure
alas, what a black drought!
have flown away from the cage of the garden
listen a moment
the purple umbrella of the locust-wings
interprets gospels of hunger
brings to mind the silos' compassion
alas, what a black drought.
innocent, hungry foxes
are painting diamonds of grape clusters
on hungry vines.