a waterbottle in gaza

I’m empty
We’re all are
In an hour or so, the donkey and the boy will come to take us to the sea maybe,
Maybe when we’ll make the way back, it will be long enough,
hot enough for our new water to turn into crystals
Clear, sharp,
Easy to remove
The little girl with the green eyes, which are not scared anymore only tired,
Comes to suck on my neck again, I don’t know what she needs more right now
water or her mother.
It’s been almost an hour, the little girl comes and goes,
kicks some of us and goes, licks some of us and goes,
and the boy and the donkey do not come,
No one comes, they’re all dead where they come from.
We stay empty,
I stay empty.