Without water

The man becomes a beast.

His veins drain of all coursing blood

and fill with a liquid instinct

Telling him

by sight

That anything is vital.

The most abominable

and plagued objects

are in truth

the most essential sources of nutrition

to the beast

And he knows no other truth;

Once the man has been robbed of his water

His eyes pulsate in a blinding cadence.

How precious was the water he once consumed

and how easily

the man has forgotten the taste

of His holy elixir.

Is it wrong for him to see this way?

For if anyone were to go thirsty

as long as the beast turned man

I’m sure they’d taste

Even the most shameful remedies.

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