Sunk and Sullen
Here, with the dread of forty days
and forty nights behind us
Soft, where the still-damp earth
swallows our desperate bones
Shipwrecked
but the sea is fleeting
on feet of foam
Bearing the lifeless bodies
and lost daydreams into the stillness
Sunk and sullen
Bathed in the mingled salty tears of the world
The Deluge, Gustave Doré