Not just waves wash away
Footprints in the sand
The slow creep, not today
No, it came in fast

From the blue horizon
Only distant dots in sight
From above then it came
To continue the fight

A football blown clear
Rolled lightly into water
Untouched by the blast
Singing silent honors

The air around etched
With the stench of death
Laughs led to screams
Out of nowhere it seemed

But we know, don’t we all
A star etched in a deck
But both of them believe
In the angel of death

There not only in dreams


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