Thoughts along the Path of Lent

A Lament

my mouth is parched​​ 

and cracked

from the​​ 

days and months

of no refreshment

but

as the water​​ 

is poured across

my lips

I do not close them

and it drips; no runs

from the corners

of my mouth

and destroys

the starch of

my shirt

and flows

across

my lap

and my

trousers;

it pools at my​​ 

feet useless

and​​ 

dangerous