Poem By Alex Benk

Bloated bodies debris
Weeping Asian eyes
Vast, obscene sweep; caught in the mess of it.
Panic and hurt of it in the putrifying water
Seeping into the ground
Identifying corpses

Thousands souls gutter, are erased.

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