Thursday, March 12, 2015

Parched

we've parched-
earth for the lack of wonder, wilts again at the thought of thistles
left to graze at dirt

parched
the sense of devotion, kneels to a place eastward
praying for a deity or God

parched
sight of the eagles, seeing with one eye
many blind-spots unrequited

parched
against white skin, doting as if morals
are made by washing off anger

parched
the names of several games, jokes playing
against humans in effort to produce pictures

parched
unreal cities of stone and metal, linger westward
in the direction of the traveling merchants and illnesses

parched,
departures of the swallows, flying in flocks
to warmer lands

parched
our excess of  milk and of honey, we exchange
for primal water to wash our heads

parched
the consideration of ownership, you hold
the tanks and we shiver in thirst

parched
begging for a drink at the river bank
for a prayer, we parched for a new baptismal
that relieves us the need for clear waters.

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