Within the hidden pores of ancient rock,
Clandestine remnants of our past lie trapped
And whisper of the future they unlock.
 
As these seductive murmurs leave us rapt,
We penetrate the soil with straws of steel
To drink from fresh reserves we find untapped.
 
But first we need to break the stony seal,
And flush synthetic tracts with dirty tears
That cause the earth to wince and flare and wheal.
 
As each new fractured fissure cracks and clears,
The backwash from the pores begins to flow
And leaves the land in aqueous arrears.
 
To drain these sediments from deep below,
The water that we use we must forgo.
‘We penetrate the soil with straws