we’re drowning in it
pouring over our faces
yet dehydrated
with exhaustion
finality
words drunk could give
fresh life to the thirsty
but grave poisoning
to minds saturated held
captive inside ribcages swollen
and ripe with famine
throats and exits alike
burning for sousing
nutrients
plants of lines
sonnets stanzas haiku
iambic thermometer
were i at normandy
landing on this beach
after days surrounded by water
were i drudging through a barren
unthawed russian tundra
untouched blankets of snow
curled at my feet in demitasse
cups and saucers with
pinky not even extended
there would still
not be
enough
to
drink
