But then say that the great Tsunami had touched you: <br />fingered you with spray, swallowed you whole, <br /> then spat you out again.... <br />Yet your wife, the clinging children an inch away, all just screaming bait <br /> that falls under its edged, frothed blade of wave- forever. <br />Then soon once more the smooth sea <br />stealing your every tear and (fate's jest!) <br />showing in uncaring parody a floating image of your astonished face. <br />They're gone forever, forever... <br />How would you repeat, proclaim <br /> in unwavered voice what seemed haunting sunsets upon skies, air claiming your prayers- <br />What refrain might hymn Sparing Hands, scale the shout for dead, old 'God' again?<br /><br />Shelley Byron Keats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-say-the-great-tsunami-had-touched-you/
