Unquenchable

A vagrant stands

With mouth wide open

In the middle of a field,

As rain drops plummet

Like Dumb Bombs

Fall upon a war zone.

Statistics,

The new bane

Of his existence

Alas...

He yearns

To no avail.

And, just as raindrops fail

To quench a poor man's thirst,

Bombs too fail in healing

The many wounds

Of prideful men.

© José V. Guerra Awe