(November 10, 1993)
Wicked winds and raging waves
stirred beneath the clouds,
beat and batter, no care no matter for
this wretched, broke wayfarer.
Salted sheets of frothing foam
poised above its prey,
pounce and pierce with stinging fierceness
the opened flesh lay bare.
Nerves numbed in the needled dark.
sight dimmed in the cold.
Strength bruised in the cursed din.
(clinging, clawing, slipping, falling—
Lord, just let me die!
fighting, fleeing, cursing, pleading—
Lord, just tell me why!)
Tempestuous days make old.
Balmy breeze and calming seas
stir beneath the clouds.
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