The way

Yes
You can take away my last wrapping

That I am lain unclothed, on that unwilling baptism

Behoven to the whim of mankind’s mercy

Or 

Whether chance shall triumph 

Playing her arched long game in red taffeta

Or

The turn of weather vein encompassed betwixt fate

For surely

It rains where rain is least required

As once verdant lands, feathery and skeletal in need 

Their leathered thirst a distant drum beat

We may rend our chests in trying to reconcile

What seems without mercy

As the seeds dry before they reach

Nourishment

As the sun turns away from its hungered crop

As a girl is dragged off, just for showing the ragged hem of her ankle

We who comprise of water and salt

Sweeten nothing if spent in pursuit of filched agrandisement

Forgetful of those who once were brothers, sisters

Pausing toil to climb the jagged mountain

Sharing water beneath wide branched tree

Who has seen the come and go of little things like ourselves

Heard the speeches and secret vanities whispered into night air on polinated breath

Whose roots alone dwarf our fidgety pretention

All at once magnifying

The worth of an honest man, a kind neighbor

The brilliance of a blue throated starling

As language most timeless can be found in the grateful eyes of a stranger

Taking the long road together, as water shall run

Again in dry river beds

And show us our rightful way