Ridged spines

Encircling a core truth

A sapling- potential

Dizzied shapes and lines

Unbound and drowned

Swimmingly, they collect- a raft

Impoverished minds stand on snapping bones yet here we stand!

Right fist raised triumphant

Amidst a dark silky sea

The splendor of sunlight runs dry

And the mates twitch with thirst

Eye to eye the hope of virtue the glimpse of an end to drought

2 by 2 they fall or fight

The silence remains unacknowledged and trembling

The raft takes a deep inhale

Shaking the rags and human piles off itself

An old man is the only witness left

He had nearly been forgotten by the vessel

The meshed debris fights with a finality of twigged muscle to carry him to the horizon

At last, the ocean breeze brushes the hood from his lined forehead

Lifting his gaze he stands on the edge and without the 

Faintest farewell the carriage collapses

Above, an angelic presence descends

Wiping the drops of salt from his neck and the golden air swells

Rays clash and rip the whitened sky

Drought screams without witness while

The silence merges with itself

And splendor returns