Basic Waters
There is a water shortage.
A problem the moon shines
to introspect its tides
and how they can become still
with or without the clouds.
I forgive the engineered outrage.
Attracting everything but
rhythm because to flow
is to sleep next to a hut
thatched with growth.
While the children
in the village no longer
need to chew corn
or drain milk from cows
for nature or for their people.
No need to carry buckets of water
or language in long distances
that they forget The Alphabet,
Speaking rivers and
lakes of a lost youth.
An unprotected innocence,
choosing for this thirst
to be satisfied with a new system.
Too many missing words
in all our constitutions.
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