Graveship

I'm wilting My spine tired and knotted Sinews shriveled and dry Left to dissolve on a hill of green As the wind huffs and puffs me Onto an empty highway I am weak and complacent Bending with short gusts of sky A limp child caught in a pit of moshing bodies A piece of sand in an ocean tide I've been waiting for revival Someone with cool, dewed lips to wake me From an arid slumber But here I stay Writhing aside an abandoned highway Straining for a glimpse of moisture