They collapsed through the door, staggered inside —
ragged, sun-chafed, blistery from the heat —
desperate for a drink of cool water.
Alas, we had none, not anymore.
Only the very wealthy could still get it.
We had to rely on the rain, and it hadn’t rained
for a very long time, longer than we could remember.
There is a yoga technique in which
you curl your tongue out and slowly suck in
the ambient moisture in the air – surprisingly,
that had sustained us, but only for a little while.
What we would give during this endless drought
for one long drink from a cool mountain spring,
one that had not yet been poisoned!
We are all on the verge of dying of thirst,
but the corporations own what water remains,
and there is nothing we can do to change that.
There was once a brief window of opportunity
when we could have done something, but instead
we argued about trivia online, and let the moment pass.
We were told instead to fear the eastern threat,
but they have perished long ago, when the deserts
claimed all human life in the mid-east conflagrations.
Yes, it seems we are safe to die in peace, secure
from the ones they warned would come for us
and steal all of our precious water.
We had placed our trust in the promises of those
who now hoard what little is left to drink.
Humans will be humans, right to the end.
Self-interest will usually trump compassion.
Someday this world may renew itself,
but who will be left to share it?
(Photo by Mazie Lane)