((Bowl of Water))

They hold a wilting rose
Wrapped in rows and rows
Of newspaper letters.

Rows and rows
Of wilting roses
Bleed out their elders.

Stand on the foundation
Of a great nation,
A clot in the bloodstream.

Mirrors dance shooting mindfire,
Melting the prison walls,
Feeding the oaks.

Give us water,
You spirit of the nations.
Give us peace.