Black clouds scrape the horizon
Saints swing on a chain
Walls of rain unleashed the river
As mothers drowned in tears
Razor marks tell a story
Gouged in skin and wood
Wrote our entire history
Ran in rills of blood
Flies dance across my eyes
Dragging the lost days
Ghosts of a new horizon
Those voices beneath the waves
Cast adrift on drowned streets
Not a drop left in my veins
Bury me in cold black mud
Where all my brothers lay
Rains
Bleed the days
All
Washed away