i think you better in the sands—
no water to taint you, treat
you untreated
so it pains you to drink
the plague they allowed
to stream in your tank
the corrosion of pipes
filling your tongue with
gag instead of words
that may ask, can i please
have another glass of water,
but you think twice about
the matter and you refrain,
keep your silence and disdain,
wait to catch rain, instead