Desert Scabs

Posted by on Jun 22, 2011 in 2011, Choken Word, Featured, water


You grow me
You owe me
I sit outside waiting
Listening to you live
Your footsteps forget
How heavy they are

I do not grow easily
So you buy me
From a distant land
Grown like scabs
Removed and shipped
A band-aid placed
On the desert you created

You poison me
Spaying me with toxins
When it does rain
I cry tears of cancer
That run into your streams
I am a slave to your culture

You see me as wealth
Lipstick applied in stealth
To a rotting corpse
You are a slave to your culture
The neighbors are watching
They see me dying
They see you quit trying
I am thankful

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