The rain poured and poured
out of heaven's floodgates.
A rising tide, surging waves
Concrete was conquered
by the ancient sea, rushing
Gales smash 'bove the waves.
A smal cry, echoes, a child.
Lost without her mother,
who is now under the deep.
One more burst, furious wind.
A sharp stone, jutting out.
A small cry, echoes, no more.
-The Black Squid
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