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
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