October 29, 2020

The Seas Boil Over by John Tustin

The seas boil over
Killing all life within
And spilling the blood
Upon the rocks
Along the shores.
The clouds drip with the blood
That rises as steam
And I stand in that rain

Not because I am cold
But because I am doomed.

A Spanish guitar is playing
As I close my eyes
And wait.

John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on Elba but hopes to return to you soon. fritzware.com/johntustinpoetry contains links to his published poetry online.

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