Apocalypse
The whale sings
and I weep,
The world groans
and I ache,
The wind gusts
and I bend,
The surf sighs
and I rage,
The babe cries
and I mourn,
The mountains shift
and I flinch,
The earth dies
and I wear black.
Trisha Sugarek, 2011
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