Was wet

cellular saturation
the roots dive through
into depths of soggy soil


this body
the dust it came from
in heavens only heaven
knows where


dust spat on
to raise this clay
on a rainy day


it only knew wet
and when to sip
and never stop


heated throat
a wick inflamed
to burn from bottle
and ghosts that chase


only the cold
glacial salvation
to freeze the fire


only the ice
to wake the rain
from burning desire


to firm the fall
of drowning flesh
to blot the bed
flooded and floating


out into desert hands
the arid promised lands
where wet once was known