They're everywhere this morning
The numbers seem absurd
So many bodies lying there
Littered is the word
In the dark and early light
Their flesh darkened as it dried
Wriggling, struggling, striving
They tried to live but died
'Twas a great calamity
The flood that did descend
So many simple innocents
The angels did attend
Clear and wet and sinister
The raindrops downward rode
Conspiring, connecting, and collecting
Into cold, dark shapes that flowed
The water gushed and rushed and pushed
And plunged into their homes
It filled up all the passages
And offered splashy tomes
Water finds what water finds
Nowhere could they hide
Unwilling but so ill-prepared
They were lifted on the tide
The wetness 'round them seethed
Gurgling as it surged
And plunged them into open space
To of their lives be purged
They did not drown
They did not freeze
'Twas violence that killed them
Thoughtlessly and needlessly and with such evil ease
They fought to find their way to safety
But all they found was slaughter
Hard surfaces came crashing down
On living things much softer
Rubber soles and concrete walks
Made the vice that squeezed their lives
Right out of them to somewhere else
Surer than could sharp knives
So next time it rains be carefuller
For when the water churns
The steps you tread might end the times
Of gallant angleworms
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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