Carmen Consoli
Miscellaneous
One More Sip
I remember the exhausting cold, the timid
laments of my people
huddled together inside a freight train
two days and two nights without sleep
and soon we would have stopped talking
very soon...
I remember the excruciating cold the day that
we lost our children forever
hungry thirsty deprived of our clothes
and it was like swallowing glass
and soon we would stop talking
soon we would stop understanding
and I learned to always take an extra sip< br/>and I learned to always take a sip more
than I really needed
than I really needed
one day I might be thirsty
I remember the excruciating cold the fear of sinking
in a bed of burning coals
what logic or law of life could ever explain
the diabolical undertaking of those chosen men...
and soon we would have stopped talking
soon we would stop understanding
and I learned to always drink one more sip
and I learned to always drink one more sip
than I actually had need
than I really needed it
one day I might be thirsty

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