For those who died
The Gulf Coast - 29 August 2005
Spare me, Oh Death
I, who love this wretched life!
Deliver me from thy breadth:
Your predestinate scythe.
Let not the waters come to be my grave:
A transient existence for a wandering soul,
Who cherished more than life ever gave.
Merely a mortal that the heavens cannot seem to extol,
I lie in wait, bargaining for my lifetime,
Bound and broken and cold.
Is there no one who can set aside the mockingly sublime?
Shall the innocent endure here?
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