Written by: Jennifer Cahill

the sea with one sweep of its tides 	
rises towards the sky 	
a great shifting of the sand as it slides 	
away from where the sleeping lie 	
the thickening seam of the edge of the earth 	
widens, like spilled blue black ink spreads 	
darkens the dawn as some begin to stir 	
their dreams fading and loosening like the skin a snake sheds 	
they rise to nourish the land 	
they give to a beggar's hand 	
yet the morning is black, no view of the sun 	
waves rush forward, asking of anyone 	
who might dare who might dare 
on the surface of the waters 	
a silver sliver of light, 	
although a bloodless slaughter 	
turned day into night