Thursday, 6 November 2014

Multam Aquam

splashing    water,
no, not         water

a splash of blood 
turned my stomach.
             My blood in 
my   stomach.

I stand as a 
   witness to
horrible       things.
Things     no     man
can                    imagine.

I knew not
         what 
       I was in 
for:
I was deaf
I was blind
I was weak.
    I felt not;




A splash of blood,
        no, not blood,



splashing water
                 in my streams
interconnected
                 to my dreams.

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