waters of another world
descend, trickle down
our window panes
as the sea between us
rises, and swallows
the both of us.

I wanted to say a
few last words
but they no longer
mean anything.

Even Silence,
our common friend
plays a fifth columnist.

I shall not apologize
but only stand and wait
hoping the waters
cleanse and rid me of
the only language
I know;
whose yoke I carry
upon my writing
fruitlessly.