There cannot be another sound
more fearsome than the ocean's roar
A howling louder than the hound
A tantrum beating on the shore.
But hearken past the ugly cry
Past the tears, past the rivers of salt.
Then pause, listen to the sighs
The sobbing wish for a burial vault.
A thankless task of immortal spinning
A water closet far past repair
There are no more occasions for grinning
Who nurtures oceans with despair?
Even when the globe is dead and rotten
There are those beings as must still toil
An efficiency machine misbegotten
Even then, to us, they are still loyal.
CITEȘTI
Songs of the Soul
PoetrySimilar to one of my previous stories because it is about life, but different because this is poetry. Sort of.
