Photo Credit: Mainichi Shimbun / Reuters
the rains fall
almost without end
clawing at the hillsides,
digging out a river of mud
that runs rampant to reclaim
the seabed abrades
and its violence
claws its way to the surface,
sweeping everything before it
in a dark, pantheresque wave
the earth erupts
an ancient memory moving it
to claw at its serene mask,
roaring like a wounded animal
thirsting for revenge
and we recoil, bewildered,
like a child
slapped
by its mother
by Andrew M. Bell
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