Build a Towering Field of Babylon and they will come, eventually?

I have just been on https://steemit.com/@ericvancewalton page complementing him on his success on Steemit.

Every Author needs a break and maybe Steemit was his.
I dived in head first and was slowly sinking until I read his blog.
Now its a Light Bulb Time
Keep pushing and they will come is the word on the street. Now maybe that's a bad example.
I can't see Kevin Costner pushing on any street.

But build a field and the dreams will come.

Nightmares possibly, but you will be kept awake with the consequences.

Now that doesn't sound right either.

OK! OK! Write it and just maybe, just maybe they will browse the very Uisce Beatha the very "water of life."

Here is another very very short about Drug Mules called Silver or Lead including a picture of a Mule I will call Rupert;D~ Enjoy:D~

Silver or Lead By Frank Sonderborg

Bodies left strewn in a blasting sun.
The double pack biting, cutting deep into stinking flesh.
Punishment for a troubled past.
They call us Pacino Mules.
Branded with a face slash from a sharp blade.
Muling nose dust down the Camino del Diablo towards Cathedral City.
Father Sun make me eternal.
We stagger on through the furnace.
Father Sun make me a seed.
Pistoleros whipping us, to keep up the relentless pace.
Father Sun make me survive.
A sand raw tongue.
Head swelling. Thought flow suspended.
Pores screaming for aqua.
Hat-less in a searing wind.
A compact twisted bitterness for vengeance.
The great white wall comes in sight.
Beyond lies the green soft-south.
The future.
Where I belong.
But first a thirst to be slaked.
No time to mourn.
White bleached trail bones.
Silver or Lead.
Father Sun give me a blade.
Border itchy palms crossed with gold, we pass on through.
A wall to keep barbarians out.
Slides open for the pleasure dust.
The pious stewards of Cathedral City will stuff their noses once again tonight.
Everyone will pay the final fee.
Silver or Lead.
Father Sun
Let me give them Lead.