When I have no more tears to give
Her salt water heaves
In great sobs of emotion
As constant as life
And death
And nothing
She cries
The ocean will roar for us
When our throats are raw from screaming
When the blood on the streets has dried
And the spring grass
Has sprouted over our graves
Her guttural moans
Are as sure as the moonrise
The ocean will sing
We hear her in our choirs
The rock concerts
The shower songs
And still she sings
But not for us
She sings for existence
For nothing and everything
For life and death
For the beings that are from her and part of her
The ocean will cry and shout and sing
Even when there is no one left to hear her.
Anna Flurry 