the earth is thirsty so am i
out past where we all come to die
alone and without celebrant
a wastrel bard irrelevant
the half-cocked eye the shaking lip
fair captain of a foundered ship
the desert plain of fated need
to thirst to ache
to drop
to bleed
I love this, very strong ending. 🙂
Thanks, Antanya!
I really enjoy these things I call Metric Word Pictures, but they take a long time to write. I really appreciate you commenting.
I like the way this ended.
Thanks. This is a piece I’m particularly fond of.