Cool liquid glass fell on our rigid house
Gushing like rivers from iron rusted spouts
The tall foundation saved its frame for some time
But the dark fluid snakes slithered and twined
Down the steep hills that protected our feet
To quench the rising sea so eager to greet
We crept on top the roof under thin paper cover
Waiting for blue sky and its dry burning lover
Damp heads fell low between soaking cold knees
Looking down upon our God's angry rippled seas
The darkness consumed so fierce and so fast
From storm cloud militia and the shadows they cast
Striking the sky blind with silent jagged swords
These armies marched loud with a viscous accord
Their thunderous clashes brought terror to the ground
Shaking the house with rough metal-born sounds
These booming cries of war grew loud and louder
Chanting to the winds who grew proud and prouder
The strong iron beams began to waver and shriek
Under the invisible fate the drizzled air seeks
I wondered if the house would fall before the waves
If the crying iron would bend to the rest it craved
If the wind could conquer before the seas could quench
If the water would scavenge us inch by inch
But soon the sea broke the crest of the foundation
Each drop adding depth to our drowned salvation
And soon the water slammed up against the tired walls
That briefly held us from a deep breathless fall
As moments seemed to reach their final hour
And the waves reached our faces closely cowered
The azure sky opened as quickly as it came
Cloud warriors bleeding through with a yellow flame
And we stood on the iron just feet from the sea
Holding the hands of us, the final three
But the water never fell, never receded
And never gave way to the land our hearts pleaded
So the sea held us captive and drowned all the trees
As we lived day by day off the liquid glass sea
