standing in the surf consumed by
countless angels body surfing
through the blood of dying cattle
infeedlot style neighborhoods but
her eyes like the ocean
green and blue give gifts
immaterial and intangible they crash
like waves over your soul stinging
salt on the wounds
ocean mist that tastes like tears
falling on bearen earth
chemicalized by artificial fertilizer
brought about drought and made Oakies flee to the coast
she stands
sea water swells around her ankles
like tears in your eyes
flow over the levy and it crumbles
streets are rivers of emotion like hate fear and love
call but no one answers the noise is too loud
waves crashing as the sun sets
her head filled with distant
places where the sun is rising
to a new days bringing streets veins flooded with hate fear and love
as intangible as her gifts
we rely on their presence
angels fall but her oceanic eyes
steady your legs in the
tumultuous violent sea
some say it is angry
it is pleading for mercy
-the colonel
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