Thirst of July – Onie Maniego (the Paper Drafts)

River ends and dies
In solemn banks of June.
Captive lives burn to death,
Unable to reach the sea at noon.
Heavens may rain in moons away:
Desert, cry.
Desert, wail or die!
Glorious storms gruel in dreams,
Heavens kiss the mountain’s peak.
Paint the skies with clouds.
Paint the clouds in gray.
Feed the valleys and hills with tears.
Weep on its rocks
And find the ashes of the dead.
Mold a man in mud with ashes and tears.
Cry with the souls of the river—
The unheard voices of yesterday.
In moons away, the river will fill.
In moons away, the river will live.

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