the well is dry

the well
is dry.
the bucket
drops
down the cylinder
of bricks
and echoes
at the bottom
when striking
rock.
there is no
more
water.
the land is
dry.
you wipe
your mouth with
your sleeve
and look upwards
to an empty
blue sunned
sky.
it's time
for church you
tell
your wife.
get the kids
in the wagon.