I should have gathered my things and cleaned house when the warning
signs rolled in and my senses became alert.
I could smell you in the air.
Feel the pain of your past reverberating under my feet.
The other lives you swallowed in your wake.
We give names to great winds like you.
Delicately nuzzles our chest cavity until we’re coughing out blood from its
We built our temples next to your waters.
Baptized ourselves in your holy stream,
not knowing that one day we’d drown
and our bones would make way to float with the dead.
May you spare the next life.
and not allow souls to tie in
polluted seas. -zola.ellen