The Village In The Sea
The howling wind without feather or crown
Swept through the town like madman on a ladder
Huffing and puffing and inflating its gut and breath
Stagnant air all over the prosperous town,
zinc start flying like bullets from the roofs
chopping down trees in the outrageous breeze
Smashing windows and tearing down houses
and the wind and water mixed with earth
choaks the life out of the destitute town.
Broken bridges falls into the sea and
And homes that once stood firm are buried in the ground
Boats are floating around the broken towns searching
For their owners all around but they are nowhere to be found
They are all washed away and drowned a hundred miles down south
Nature has erupted once more scattering the villagers on the
Ocean floor, no one is breathing, no one is talking,
The ferocious wind has battered the town and not
a sign of life can be seen around,
The water is rising and utility poles are on the ground
With twisted wires wrapped around uprooted trees and transformers
On the ground waiting to explode
What on earth have they done to deserve this beating from nature?
The entire city is blown away and all the animals have gone away
They have lost everything and they have to start from the beginning
The city that once stood firm in the ground has been spotted in the
Middle of the sea with a pile of rubble moving towards the shore.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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