Incantation #16 (salt)

Scorched and powdered,
lifeless furrows
poisoned by the concentration
burning tongues and
tearless sorrows
recollect the irrigation.

Stretching fields of
bony desert, 
cloaked in slime and deathly fragrance,
earth will purge your
vile infection.
She sets all things right with patience. 

Send the downpour
flowing free to
cleanse the soil we have salted. 
Heal the cracking
river beds and
see that we are never faulted.