Aridity

She looked unto the east and saw A pallid stretch of sickly sea; Unto the west she turned and met The land’s aridity.

A bloodless wave of rising sun Was flung across her open door; It smote her like a slimy thing, And crawled along the floor.

Her hands took up the weary round-- A colourless and common part. Her stillborn hopes were buried in The desert of her heart.