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in the normal course of abnormal events
we can’t stop helping each other
the last of the water
gone to the neighbor’s daughter
I give her an hour
two at most
and when she’s free
as sunlight is free
of the glare of sand
we’ll face our own freedom
the camels and goats
grown thin and frail
will soon stop producing
their weak milk
the malformed figs taste of sand
the dunes move
each day we shift our camp of people
thrown together by these events
we had heard
of the many ways a world
can end
the sky remains its painful blue
the cold stars seem bitter
are we to eat sand?
drink the wind?
those few of us that recall
the sound of thunder
the power of rains
sound like liars to the young.