The island of the tiger
dry shaggy sunbleached coasts
scrub fighting to stabilize in the roast
The humble folk not unlike the scrub
crowding and spreading looking to feed
all toward survival under the heat
one kilometer in land, eternal afternoon tea
one thousand fruits lay untouched on large trees
water ways and birth canals, no toil, no disease
Tiny reptiles and water insects
The mother of fertility, on the land protects
through delicate touch on fragile backs and necks
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