how will we drink
the dust

can you tell me

we are burning
from above
draining
from below

there’ll be nothing left
soon
but the holes
where we mined
and the cracks
in the earth
that were once held together
by water

and still it’s not
enough

we have to take
another barrel out

send it
all the way
to china

like taking
your own heart
and selling it
to the highest bidder

leaving you
behind
like a husk
after harvest

rattling empty
with every passing breeze
that passes
by
where we are left
to stand

a ragged bunch
of scarecrow skeletons
still craving

not knowing
yet
that we have already
died

and the dead
can no more serve
any
worldly purpose

~

From the News. The miserable bloody news.