Waiting in line,
to be attacked by dogs,
there barks and bites.
The pain goes away
and scares heal.
The sun is hot,
always getting hotter,
people are arrested
attempting to give us
water.
We brought canteens.
The lines stretched down
city blocks until
next Tuesday,
Originating from
chapped blood hands
Pickin’ fields of
fluffy white cotton….
Liferaft in the Abyss 