water
like a devouring
monster reclaiming its territory
from ancient times
as the hourglass tips
in galloping strides
of circling winds
shouting at the top
of its lungs
its venom inching
further and further
rising in wicked
torrents up to the peaks
of private homes,
taking private people
driving them to
climb, to cry, to tremble
so many reaching out
for a safe sleep
how many will be
found in a forever sleep?
once the waters
recede, will we find them?
in the meantime,
little boats carry refugees
one by one the
heroes gather them
aged, infirmed, the
ill-equipped to survive
images across the
television, we see hope
people stepping up
to save other people
in the devastation
humanity is restored
and we remember what
it means to be human
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