In the camps, they are told to drink from toilets

They don't want to wear 
our silence like rings

   on their fingers. 
Water must be clean 

and come from natural 
   sources, even for 

the parched throats 
of crickets: say dew 

   drops on early morning 
leaves, the tears of faraway  

glaciers calving. Merciful  
   rain coming down.  

Let them be soaked instead  
in those kinds of sheets.