I need to Be Numbed
I need to be numbed against
The desire to divine wells
Too deep for drilling.
The stick, like a capital Y,
Erect, leading the way,
Turns quickly down when
There is a deep table of water.
X marks the spot of
The divinity.
A bum walked the streets.
Sensing winter, his toes curled.
Sensing hunger, he lumbers on.