Rainstorm

Drowning in the Maelstrom Vision blurred grey Head Bowed Mouth set unmoved Two skins wet Feet aflame Back broken Body numb On the green earth Between steel topped stone And a God’s fury I sit They sit We sit Breath rasps with the steam Frozen and frying Dead hands and dying feet Rest The sea taps at numb shoulders Water on stone Eyes refocus Still grey The ocean drips over the brim A waterfall for weary eyes The call comes They Stand I stand We stand Hacking back into the torrent