by Anthony Tompkins

Created on: March 18, 2010

Come down to the water children,

Come close,

Breathe,

Drink and take ,

       These tattered scraps you carry over,

Holy in their ragged stitching,

Full of dust and broken pockets,

Your hands clenched tight for nothings sake,

We see you standing over empty wells there,

Gone dry too long to give you rest,

     So the world comes down to dig new oaths,

To say they've dug then walk away,

This dry hole full of half formed wishes,

 Bones bleached drey since water left,

So much for daydreams,

So much for rain,

     The summer comes to eat the dirt now,

Boiled down to bitter all this intent,

Staggered down to the edge of quenching,

Fallen one step from the waters edge,

In holes that promise dug again,

We do not suffer children,

To come to safety in the arms of light,

     We do not know thirst who have no night fall,

No lean days spent in dust cloth,

Our promise keeps us safe from tatters,

And you dear children,

    From our sight.

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