Water Blood

August 16, 2013
Drinking deep the water wine
Mixing cobblestone and grime
Feed the babes and soak the wounds
Maybe we’ll be drowning soon.

Aching for the riverbed
Where there will be no need for bread
In the bloody river sands
Washing feet and staining hands

Sweet sedative of burning skin
Calm our gaping wounds within.
Cauterize these catalysts
Fill the starving masochists.

We have resigned to failure now
We murmur all together now
Drinking deep the water wine
It will comfort us in time

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