These waters caressed
a thousand dead bodies.
Young and old men,
mothers, their children.
The water listened,
it heard their
submerged howls,
Slowly
growing drunk
of their brittle
little-souls.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
These waters caressed
a thousand dead bodies.
Young and old men,
mothers, their children.
The water listened,
it heard their
submerged howls,
Slowly
growing drunk
of their brittle
little-souls.
