At first, they reduced the water supply.
The poisoned city wells dried up.
The sunlight burnt the crops.
At sunset everything crumbled into a black peace.
Then somehow we got used to an economy of words.
We collected our ideas and thoughts in one book
to spend the days memorising chapters,
wondering what it was like
for those trapped in the outer world.
At the end, not only did we gracefully kill each other
for the privilege of staying alive,
but we also gave thanks for having made it back in one piece.
Photograph: @Maria Stadnicka, Journeys