Thirteen days of thirsting.

Ten spent without food.

Hours in the shadeless sunshine

Sucking the leather of our shoes.

Jagged glass in our unshod feet

In the unrelenting midday heat

The soles of our sandals hanging out

Of our mouths like tongues,

Desiccated and shrunk like sponge

Begging for the sky to weep

And the sun to sleep.

But unable to speak.