Artesia, NM 3/28/03
We’re trudging through
the sand and sage
in a mission search and rescue
for some drinking water.
Last night I slipped
into an unseen trench
and now I’ve got a
hop-along in my hip and legs.
I bring into question
our diet consisting
of 6-legged capsules
of iron and zinc.
Don’t tell me your dreams
of passing rebar
are only illusions
and are no need to worry.
I tried to prevent
all these things
from occurring
but you were determined
and ignored my suggestion:
if you really want
to find some pure water,
let’s go to the mountains
and not to Artesia!
-Matthew Harri
