I throw
my useless armor to the ground
and my knees
touch down
twin impacts
as the facts sink in, my crusade
over now
this is where I will end
and now that I know,
I'll begin
my throat
burnt raw, slick
with flowing streams of pain
dried beds, with the river burned in
if I ever had a drink
I can't remember, but no matter
I never will again,
the last mouthful of water in my metal
canteen, I'd been saving up for three
whole days,
I finally unscrewed the cap,
hiss
it escaped - steam
evaporated
that was two whole days
ago
I watched it stream up
thin
into the bluest sky,
the closest thing
to a cloud that I've seen in a while
or will see
before I die
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