Sweat in the River

Weekdays were spent underwater forgetting about death
I never thought we'd be cold again, so imagine my joy
when the green river scooped me below
gluing algae to callused heels
and drowned teeth chatter in rapids

My country is on fire and it's people
kneel around the streets, knowing a units hot air
is still blowing air nonetheless

Young brother wasn't old enough for school, only a child
prone to complain, knowing something was wrong
asked why the old men wept beneath Banyan trees
great wasted
branches afraid to grow

"Splash me Chalu!" he yells, too cold to jump back in
but knowing in an hour
the Weight would reappear
Big enough to fathom desperation
small enough to shake it away

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