Invoke Rain
In the ancient time in the same sky when there were ten suns,
laying heat on the ground like dumping fire at your door front.
The vast treasure,
Prometheus would eat his heart for,
plaguing earth like dog dirt.
So the girl dipped her hair in a pool of oil,
dipped her finger in a cup of blood,
dipped her elbow in a well of prune juice,
dipped her nose in a spoon of cactus,
dipped her teeth in a glass of pain,
and dropped herself on a cane,
to invoke the rain.
She invokes the rain night and day,
sixty six times over pray and pray.
Hou Yi came along() and shot nine down,
then discovered the sky possessed a thousand suns,
no gloomy weather nobody became punk.
If the girl wanted a grand dusk and a grand dawn,
it might come thousands years after,
but that’s something for the later.
The girl invokes the rain,
and the rain never came.
Sometime later or exactly no time later the earth is covered with water,
for mythes and legends the state of the world doesn’t matter.
Like Moses parted water from water,
if only there’s way to make salt and water asunder.
Cheered the photosynthesisors
stealing the sun’s biblical power.
So the girl dipped her hair in a handful of salt,
dipped her finger in a handful of blood,
dipped her elbow in a handful of stones,
dipped her nose in a handful of air,
and dropped herself on a sand grain,
to invoke the rain.
She invokes the rain night and day,
fifty five times over pray and pray.
She turned and said to the paramecium:
“Hello Great Grand grand grand grand grand grand so on father!
How do you do?”
No answer ringing from where the ocean flowed,
it might come thousands years after,
but that’s something for the later.
The girl invokes the rain,
and the rain never came.
Spring came around brought a cohort of roaming butterflies,
looking for salt in the tears in the Saltasaurus’ eyes.
One drop of the tear fell to the ground,
takes jack’s beanstalk another hundred years to
return this tear back to long neck beast’s facial lost and found.
The sun still prevailed and Hou Yi was spinning in the the grave,
So the girl dipped her hair in a leaf of soil,
dipped her finger in a bone of feathers,
dipped her elbow in a pond of meat,
and dropped herself on a cranium,
to invoke the rain.
She invokes the rain night and day,
forty four times over pray and pray.
Would Hou Yi be happy for a minute,
mistaken the comet for the last sun the tenacious?
It might come thousands years after,
but that’s something for the later.
The girl invokes the rain,
and the rain never came.
Ploughs pulled around by oxens on this waterlogged Medieval land,
like the sea carriages dragged by the sea horses dreamed by some fancy man.
“You are always asking for the rain you heretic!
We will burn you on a stick!”
“It’s just a ritual just like yours,
actually she bakes cinnamon cookies so probably hers’ better than yours!”
“We will burn you side by side!
Die in hell together when justice arrives!”
So the girl dipped her plate of daggers,
dipped her finger in a board of twigs,
and dropped herself on a paten,
to invoke the rain.
She invokes the rain night and day,
thirty three times over pray and pray.
She turned to the other one on the stick and heard,
“I know my past life as a unicellular because I’m a witch.
Hello grand daughter nice to meet you finally on that beach.”
She wondered if she heard the conversation wrong,
she hadn’t been talking to people for so long.
It might come thousands years after,
but that’s something for the later.
The girl invokes the rain,
and the rain never came.
Under a smog covered sky run the rising steel machines,
industrialized irrigation was finally coming.
21 pound shovels built the aqueduct,
1 pound less not efficient enough,
and 1 pound more will make the workers crack.
Was people happier now than chasing nine suns,
nobody had the energy to think about that.
So the girl dipped her hair in a tube of Freon,
and dropped herself on a ladle,
to invoke the rain.
She invokes the rain night and day,
twenty two times over pray and pray.
Maybe since we had irrigation,
the rain was not that important?
It might come thousands years after,
but that’s something for the later.
The girl invokes the rain,
and the rain never came.
Finally comes the modern day,
technology advanced like you’d never seen.
Q-tips for the ear wax,
vaseline for the scabs,
four pads mounted to the length of me,
ready for your internal bleed.
So she dropped herself on a bench,
to invoke the rain.
She invokes the rain night and day,
onety one times over pray and pray.
She could do the routine now so fluent,
better than falling readily in love even.
It might come thousands years after,
but that’s something for the later.
The girl invokes the rain,
and the rain never came.