Wave 9
Wave 9It came crashing down the east coast
A beast, shaped like a broad-brushed nine
They knew it was coming, and felt prepared
But can one prepare for the unknown?
Like a monster serpent from the roiling sea
It consumes the coast
Humans thrash about like sardines
with great whites among them
Their dwellings pounded to matchsticks
Their bloated bodies and bloated animals
Float like giant rag dolls
Fetid lakes displace streets and roads
What grief, what grotesque disaster
Who is to blame?
You guessed
Humankind like those swollen, stink on wave 9.
By
Mohamed Yasin
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