Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Thirst, by Amory McKeever




Please take the world from my shoulders
Help me find the river among the boulders 
If you would do it before I get any older 
Before for my son sees what a tired man would do 
To shake the cake of dust from his shoes 
Rust gathered waiting long for my canoe 
Because I'm all set on paddles you see 
Ironic thing is I'm missing the creek 
Like a dry season begs the clouds to leak 
I see people all around getting wet 
But not a drop of rain has graced me yet 
Maybe it's something I'm too hard headed to get 
So here I stand on the banks of a drought 
Pleading "Oh Atmosphere, help me out!"
Then I heard a thunder that erased all doubt

We all sneak into this world like a rat 
Then try to escape like a rhino with a bat 
Nothing in nature shall prevent us from that 
To build a power plant we kill off the plant-life 
Spend ten million dollars for a ten minute wife 
Sharpen our tongues till they cut like a knife 
We make disposable cups to last forever 
With opposing thumbs we could do much better 
We love to talk of justice but have not met her 
And I'm sure we'll cheat her if we ever do 
That's the only true thing I ever knew 
About myself, our race, or even about you 
Still I beg for a lifeboat to appear in the flood 
to save me from this dirty stick in the mud 
I'll gladly bail out the sweat and the blood 
Just keep it afloat till we reach heavens shore 
As the light from the lighthouse shines evermore 
I'd kiss that sand like I've kissed nothing before

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