There
is never enough room in these things
loaded
down with boxes of food
and
containers of water
we
shoulder to shoulder
in
life jackets we hope we will never need
feeling
the suck of the sea as we
row
away from the last, past disaster
aware
of the ever circling sharks
that
seek to feed if we touch the water
The
sea rock gray and relentless
an
unmerciful infinity
our
imaginations can not comprehend
So
vast we ask if maybe
Columbus
might have been wrong
so
that we might fall off some edge
and
have it all come to an end
each
of us remembering some
personal
holocaust
that
keeps us from looking back
though
we feel the dark clouds
rushing
after us from behind,
all
of us struggling against the inevitable
hoping
if we all pull together
we
might keep disaster
from
happening again
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