On Ocean’s Floor

A Poem for Holy Saturday

A Pathya Vat

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Waves of despair

Crash our tired shore

The tides of war 

Have drowned our king. 

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With him our hopes

Of which we’d sing 

Death’s mighty sting

Keeps far at bay. 

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Our king is dead. 

Since yesterday

His body lay

On ocean’s floor. 

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We’ll never hear 

Him knock our door

Or bless the poor

Again. Unless…