When Waters Rise

We’ll know their lies

when waters rise

before our eyes

and our world dies.

We’ll cry our woe

but we should know

’twas our death blow;

We’re our only foe.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.

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