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.