Suvivors
Those that travel
the barren desert
shall not die of thirst.
Somewhere, far off
A river runs wet
and clean and the
nearly dead shall
be refreshed not
to lie in heartless
grains of sand
bleached white
by unrelenting
rays; but rather they
shall enter lands
of dewy meadows
fresh with the smell
of rich earth and rise
as triumphantly
as the
eagle sours
the air.
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