I'm thirsty the man says
in the early morning on the hill
the first rays of sun swelling the horizon
in his mouth the weight of a whole earth
a thick coat of dust lining his throat
to his lips the hyssop branch
soaked with gall that final drink
swallowing all the light from this place
Funk, Carla. "Psalm of Thirst" Introductions: Poets Present Poets. Markham: Fitzhenry & Whiteside, 2001.
