The Reply

Here I am
I can see my breath at the edge of the ocean
Where scattered debris
Is cast about in crazy circles
By the water

And I look up at the sky
Towards the point where sky encounters the water
And I reflect
On the early spring in Europe in 1914

At the very height
Of the world they built
They destroyed it
For no reason

I am fucking freezing
And the water looks cold, but I wanna try swimming
And go out beyond where I can stand
And float around in ceaseless motion
Of waves

Sometimes I'm lifted and sometimes they crash down on me
I'm totally out of control
With a mouth full of water