That night by the waves

Bodies made traffic and, far away,

they moved through the black of the building site.

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That night should have been the last,

the sky alight with its violent red blaze.

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It’s still a haze, even now,

Hell not far above,

unmoving, in the clouds.

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Eyes shot open at the distant

muffled sounds of (only maybe) sleeping bodies.

Groans and snores.

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Can’t sleep on my back for the nightmares,

the last one saw the Earth swallowed whole.

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Absorbed into nothing; dust and ash

where it all once stood.

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A thousand lines on the mind, the filtered music quiet

and muffled, but

still not far behind.

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Doubt and the howl of the wind,

the rain against the plastic glass nearby.

Lightning to end all things.

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One moment, you’re asleep

and the next, the phone rings.

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We couldn’t sleep through the smell as

the crashing rage of a dying sea

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dragged sodden piles of ash

to the shore each night

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soon to be lost amidst

the dried out sand.

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We’ll never make it

to any other land.