There’s something

to teach in the desert- holy words,

not simple words.

‘Tis about some thirst.

‘Tis about one huge desert,

which is always peopled by

a lot of walkers,

those moribund walkers with small, leaden eyes,

eyes like lost objects

and really not useful

at night.

At night,

many, tiny, miscellaneous stars start to shine

in that unique, leaden sky,

but even so,

it is hard to see around.

Those ancient stars become golden leaders

for those losers walking

and singing heavy songs,

but searching for new pools –

wherever they are elsewhere.

The teacher said, and he said once,

‘I’ll turn the desert into a pool of water.’

It is not only about the thirst.

Those dying people

still have a will, but maybe

they all will not lose

all their hope.

At least, they cannot die twice

and they think that they will lose everything


there is nothing left to save.

© 2017, Marieta Maglas

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