Like withering leaves locked to the patterns of the whirling movements of a violent hurricane Like pouring blood traces the shape of open wounds Guided by the constant pounding rhythm in our veins Huddling in formless bodies, skinless and raw. Left lying lonely in the pouring rain Living on the doorsill of the apocalypse, a lifetime wasted waiting to exhale sinking below the waterline swallowed up and washed away You burned our homes You poisoned our living grounds Left naked and exposed Loveless, destitute and lone Weve nested by signposts Built shelters out of bad advice Anxiously watching the skies Day by day, hour by hour Forever lost here, orphaned and forgotten by an ever absent architect Exiled to wander lost in our miseries blind to the crumbeling traces showing us the way sinking below the waterline swallowed up and washed away
waterline, pouring, washed, swallowed, doorsill