Stormy
I waded with a cross through sea beds
bone-dry now of torrential rains
from last night's summer storm
my arms carrying the boat to treeless banks
And heard whispers , an angelic song
amen-rowing from distant shores
drowned by thunder-shouts of repentance
from a rainstorm world that could end no sooner
than tomorrow, bleeding the shore...
Our town world did not end yet,
but it could be near as the fork
from a raging gale became a drowning plate
gushing into bones, scabs of children... dead.
What force came to the Sea of Noah
after the third , fourth day ended in pain?
Today, I ask,where shall i cast my nets
when the light of calm wipes out, shuts down?
SKAT's Deep And Dark Contest
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