That Tsunami
The wall of seas came rolling in
Deliberate, unstoppable
A massive wave of gray
This is how the dead come forth
From all their graves
On Judgment Day
The weight of them, the mass of them
Rolling on and on
And who can hide
The vanity of living things
Illusion and the pettiness
Of lust and pride
Now darkness felt with fingers
Inside the skin
The socket of the eye
To find what lives inside
Each thought and wish,
To question and to pry
And those who wait to find release
In Earth’s damp lying-bed
Went free
But then the dead came rolling in
Like some gray sea,
That tsunami
Pavel
March 13, 2011
