The Silence and the Shade.
Great merciful sea of time,
bring us no more days
beneath asthmatic skies.
Fill our sails with the breath of plague
and rid us of the siren's cry.
Then wash us ashore at the eventide,
so at last we may lay,
in silence, and the shade.
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Published on Thursday, February 14, 2019. Filed under: "Poetry"