Water water
in that hole
I see water in that hole
been so dry a heavy toll
now I see water in a hole

drinking drinking 
drinking up
I keep drinking hands a cupped
all that water it’s going down
I keep drinking though it’s brown

walking staggering 
just how far
to another waterhole reservoir
the door of hope is now ajar
waterholes be my repertoire

heat and sun
pounding down
no further waterhole to be found
in the lee of boulders I go to ground
to die in shade without a sound