by Colleen Drippé
Will the earth itself remember?
Will the limestone crack and bleed?
Will hypotheses start swimming
Elder beasts resume their feed?
Everyone shall watch his neighbor
Hoarding light within a cave
While below, the drowning cities
Keep our souls beneath the wave.
An eternity of bleakness
Of the futures that can be.
What we look for we are living
With our eyes upon the sea.
