Rebecca Fountain

Drink

Rebecca Fountain Song

Across those sands of time you skip
Deserted child alone
Through my hands you slip
Tiny fingers of water wrung
From my eyes so parched and dry as bone
And my voice
Swollen on its tongue on its tongue
Said nothing
Against implacable stone
But sucked for water
With its broken lips
And cried
Till you arose
And softly smoothed and shaped
The stone
And gave me water for
For my voice
For my voice to sip
And gave me water for
For my voice
For my voice to sip.

ŠjustWords, Thomas Albert Fox

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