I am so thirsty
my lips are split
my throat parched
my voice is gravel
I hear the whispered, “come” 

I am so thirsty
face  is blistered
arms beet red
my gait uneven
I hear the whispered, “come” 

I am so weary
this wasteland walk
where’s the cup
that will quench my heart
I hear the whispered, “come”