If You Rest You Starve

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    If You Rest You Starve

    No more :
    tears to cry
     
    thirst and hunger
    have calcified my ducts

    and the pain of crying
     
    succumbs
    to the pain of dying
                   in the dust
                                                          unnourished :
                                                          like a stone

                                                          embedded .  .
                                                          in a dry wadi
                                                                                                    the earth is thirsty 
       
                                                                                                    it too is hungry
                                                                                                    and cries
      
                                                                                                    how do I
                                                                                                    feed myself

                                                                                                   in a land of plenty
                                                                                                   that has nothing  .  ?

                                                        a land :

                                                        where
                                                        you can’t rest
                                                        your search
      
                                                                ‘cause .  .

                                                          if you rest

                                                                    you

                                                         s t a r v e  .  !

    a land :

    where
    the corrupt      
             
                    is . .
              
              corruptible
    beyond measure
                                                        I  s a y  .  !

                                                       let them bleed
       
                                                                        from

                                                      the end
       
                                                      of   a   r o p e


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