left dry (and unworldly)
This stunningly beautiful poem portrays the one source that humans and all living things can not survive without – water, and in such a way, that it brings the truth to the surface of all our fears.
how will we drink
the dust
can you tell me
we are burning
from above
draining
from below
there’ll be nothing left
soon
but the holes
where we mined
and the cracks
in the earth
that were once held together
by water
and still it’s not
enough
we have to take
another barrel out
send it
all the way
to china
like taking
your own heart
and selling it
to the highest bidder
leaving you
behind
like a husk
after harvest
rattling empty
with every passing breeze
that passes
by
where we are left
to stand
a ragged bunch
of scarecrow skeletons
still craving
not knowing
yet
that we have already
died
and the dead
can no more serve
any
worldly purpose
~
From the News. The miserable bloody news.
