narcissus eternal,
by the ambrosia of mortals
run bare,
blooms brightly

watch, he whispers,
the ever-flowing tides
of the clear river
into the grateful cups
of blooming humans.
watch – he dreams
of streams overflowing
with jewels precious
into the fattening pouches
across the plains, oceans —
the deepest corners of the world.

(behind –
dust skies reflected in muddy waters,
broken dreams on cracked lips,
your children in tatters
inside and outside
crops withered and dying
dry soil – the hell of your home –
brown, like the color of your skin,
you wonder why
the god(s) refuse your pleas)

watch – narcissus scorns
your reflection
narcissus sees perfection
in waters running free.

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