Thank You, Thank You, Anonymous Poster #2!!

It's so exciting to see how this poem changes. Thanks very much to the five of you who have contributed, your additions are wonderful. Poetry can often be a solitary and competitive pursuit, so it's really amazing to see something collaborative come out of it. Here is the poem, in it's sixth round:

The equation of water
is always coaxed out of a stone;
a blank bell ringing
in the middle of the day.

The river
she sings
the song of the
red scent of
crying
the daylight descends on the
dying
never to drink from the fountain
again.

Thirst wants what the stone needs
But the face lies in pools of greed.
A King upon the throne of the new liberal media
Seeks to set a new standard
of violence.
Pools of bullets smile at the snug rain.
America comes at last,
To the big table.

Running water rings
resonates
it is time

Running water
The running water we run to
We seek our thirsts at last

And our thirsts subtract the rain
And our marbles are equal to or
lesser than the ocean

And our music
disintegrates
into sand