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The Cave Dwellers

We, all of us, huddled, griping finished,
in the halls of caverns and caves,
waiting for the surge
of the onrushing tide that would cleanse
Those inner chambers, and blast us all
to Kingdom comes nigh,
And we waited.
 
Word had come that the advancing edifice
of a tsunami wave
would be the last thing we would ever see,
As it raised a buck-shot wall
of star-fish, urchins, kelp, shipwrecks
and the brightest blue stones
clean from davy-jones’ locker, and
aimed for the pressure releases
of our domesticated coastal fissures,
And we waited
 
And that was all we did, clutching at our old photos
remembering songs of heroes, long forgotten
By an ungrateful generation or two.
Faces old and familiar returned and offered
solace, judgement free, as we faced
our collective and impending dooms,
And we waited.
 
The sand floors, swamp wet with seawater
bounced under my feet,
and laid a perfect temporary blanket between
a gigantic advance and retreat of a merciless tide.
Perfection emerged as a pariah,
from some rear dark corner of a limpet studded annexe,
and showed me the way out to the shore below the cliffs
above the cave-dwellers well decorated and expensively furnished homes,
And they wait.

(2013)

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