The earth is sucked bare by the sun The empty clouded sky The dazzling drone of pure heat rings alone Seeing tears flash dry On a sailing boat out to sea Their mouths have all been parched The salt meat of land drags the life from their glands February and March From a year without rain From a year without rain The weather is bare The weather is bare The weather is bare of flies The house is full of dust The taste of black trees like a tune on the breeze Thirst that you can trust The shadows contain no more cool The windows all let in the heat Dead things on the road as their insides explode My hands are full of water and weeds