This is Article is one of a pair inspired by a storm.
Read that story and the other poem here.
On her bed of sand
never seen,
she rocks and sways
cries and screams.
The world she travelled
but now to rest,
she's now to sleep
past her best.
They fought for her
and she for them,
then all lost out
drowned and fell.
Men have faded
back to bone,
her body a shell
lies alone.
But currents pass
to rock her soul,
and cargo slips
and her body moans.
Through sea and sand
she sings her plea,
Raise me up.
Let me be free.
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