Dry earth and floods

Fallen child worm like hairs
Gaping mouth
Flies all around
The girl had given birth
Around noon
Three lions had observed
An elephant dying of hunger
With golden tears
Vain desert wisdom
The child would survive
And claim
What all men claim
He would fight with conviction
Forgetting all things passed
Talking about the elephant
As if he gave a shit
He would show the golden tears
And cry
Yell at all the passers by
Tell them to love hate more
To live
To lick each hair of his body
The child would be a boy would be a man
With menly concerns
He would then lick a women
Like all men do