The pregnant nimbus cloud rolled in slowly from the sea,
over the backwaters, over the dirty patch of sand;
The cocunut palms standing like nine pins tore into her belly
splattering drops of white blood staining the sand.
drowned in the banshee shriek of the wind
Her flashing eyes merged in the brilliance of a thunderbolt
the roar of thunder masking the sounds of her death throes.
the rivulets of white blood rapidly turning dark
Rushing back to sea from whence it came, in a primordial urge
back to the womb, back to birth, to death and back.