along the foothills south?
terror moves him now
soon he will flush that out
stagger instead
still moving south
still in plain sight
where might he hide?
the sands are barren here
rain last fell four years ago
people in smaller towns have died
people in towns and cities thirst
except in larger cities
where money still buys water
although it travels farther every month
someday the trucks may stop
but that’s another story
the man
the man running south
he promised people rain
and took their money
for his dances and his prayers
and no rain fell
he promised it would come
on a specific day
and that day passed
he escaped the noose
by promising another day
and dancing harder
praying louder
he escaped the stake
by promising a third date
and runs now to escape
whatever follows noose and stake
ah! there! you see?
men gather to await him
I think they will chase him now
but gently
out into the sand
deeper and deeper
until the lack of water
works its own justice
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