When the seascape walls are crushing <br />their force upon you, <br />What do you do? When the herons <br />are picking out the best part of your bloated <br />body, the eyes, what do you do? <br />When the screaming mess of cities <br />and the abhorred citizens are threateneing you, <br />what remains to be done? <br /> <br />I cry into the tide at noontime, <br />but how much more volume does <br />that increase the ocean by? <br />What is there to be done, <br />if nothing works at all? <br />Nothing staves?<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-to-do-54/
