drowns in alabaster sea
then birds will stop singing
as dusk pulls them holding now
and children look into the eyes of
their parents with last questions even
as the clouds seem to trace across a crimson
dusk that scars the horizon with cutting stillness
then it will be the last of last prayers but it will only be
one still shower of tears that turn to salt before touching
all the souls that thirsted for that which no cup could ever hold.