Australian Outback

Drained, parched and torrid, 

Belligerent,

Coarse backcountry perilously grieving for a dribble of irrigation,

Barren invades the bronzed gritty surface, 

Weeping, whimpering, whining capable to hear her sobs through the malignant wind,  

She bellows, and in crisp times crackles turbulent flames,

Sacrificing those who audaciously hamper with the stringent laws,

Survival, she belittles the nature of it,

Her scorched withered body grates into fine grains that descend from your hands,

Arid,

Inadequate to cease the torrid,

The taste of stale panic scuffling to receive stodeness in one's frantic mouth,

The insatiable thirst devours you,

Sultry that's eternal, 

She blends the scene but breaks the most,

Pungent scent of eucalyptus pervades your nose,

Flawed, forlorn the frail outback helpless as it stands,

Loathsome taste of grit produces grimace,

She's a celebrity when it comes to cameras but a stranger for assist,

Outback