the plains flood
soggy as bogs
thick as fog
I sink into a hole
in the ground
like a bowl I'm round

as I walk
white as chalk
the sun balks at drawing me a light
and like quicksand
I'm swallowed by the night

till I’m nil
all is still
and doesn’t move
no stars or moon

after the rain
the pains flood

You are the sea.
You are cruel.
You are cold.
And I love you.

Wild ducks swim the flooded streets,
Dead men float face down,
What do the living eat,
When civilizations drown.