Death By Denial Poem by Keshab Mansukhani

Like parched throat aching
And voice crackling but drying out
Like crops withering away
In the incessant daylight heat
Like a cracked bone dry well
With merely dust now, floating about
Like then digging & digging the earth
For a prayer in the harsh wilderness
Like then hitting an underground basin
That no one knew existed
Like then gushes of water bubbling
Through the excavated holes in the ground
Like then the dry earth 1st soaking up
The now oozing & oozing water
Like fields...but already dead
And dried from days of dehydration
Like the thirst already quenched
From denial
Like abundance
Post holocaust
Like relief
For the already relieved
And death
For the already condemned.