Unkempt

a pitcher is poured out

empty

shards of clay remain

a devastating war

famine

wandering

rebuilding

the pouring continues

prosperity

abundance

decadence

violence again

the pouring continues

after you wash

you do not keep the filthy water

what you keep too long

enslaved

rebels

it must move on

in accordance with the pouring

pour your self out,

empty.

the desert wind

casts out gold dust and sand

with equal joy