in the hour glass

gulp your jug of hot water
as you sit beyond the pale
sip your thirst asunder
lip a mug of ale
there’s much to ponder
as we savour, waterways for sale

poisoned wells run empty
drip dries a poet’s fountain
oil gushes down the drain
flushes a fool’s mountain
there is wine aplenty
but little to save the pain

despair blindly walks the desert  glare
praying desperately to find rain
delirium flops in the footprints of a rainman
that once roamed the earth freely
the rain-woman’s tracks tell the story
of the decimated man

placed faith in a system of vote
to find truth cryptically revealed
in a suicide note, of a landscape
maimed and enslaved by a thirst
make rain while the sun shines
and while it’s overcast, harvest water

make new proverbs and metaphors
where language runs dry
and meanings start to cave
sip your ale and water
with a mind that’s fully aware
of a thirst deeper than the grave

as a jug drips half full
the mug drips half empty
in a zero sum game of human waste
the abyss an ideological long drop
the eye of a bottomless pit of bones
staring down the human race

a vessel lies hollow with no tomorrow
bone dry and empty, save
for a message on a scroll
marked return to sender
with love
anonymous
!gda