Some Water Poem by Joseph S. Josephides

You, who govern the nations, guarantee some water
for the lips of crucified Jesus, for anyone fallen in love,
for the one cleansing wounds, for the thirsty child,
for anyone creating from minimal and ignored things.

Do cleanse your dirty hands, before they point out
Madame Ordance, whom you robbed while was dying;
you’ll be a monster if you water a monster of dirtiness.

Some water, to cleanse the guilt you load on others,
also the stables of Augeas, the Vespasian* urinals,
all dirty laundry of throne, the tongues from the slime.

Give us some water for blowing out fires within walls,
for the flask of Alexander to quench his men’s thirst.
Watch Ramses II: he sees the mud stifling his City
Pi-Raamses, then carries it on his back to transfer it,
rebuilds it as Tanya near Nile to re-enjoy its waters.

Water with soil and flame make the world anew,
today is a water drop, past and tomorrow are oceans,
Save for us some water, you cannot govern with wine
or baptize with wine, only by using transparent water.

Even we quench thirst, let soul’s thirst never pause.
As for the salt of wisdom, the rock will filter the wave
through its folders, thus giving grace for us to the life.