Tsunami:
The voyage of the children
And Water
And water
My mother
And sea
Her womb
And tide
Her lullaby
And wave
Her metronome
And ripple
Her caress
And foam
Her scent
And spray
Her essence
She beckons
She calls
She takes
Her children
A Cradle for them in the sea gra**
A tomb for them in the coral
Yemanja
Oracle, siren, d**h
Mother
On this common day
In the moist quiet
In the Dark Deep
She will rock us to our last sleep
Gently she will take us
Back to her womb
Back to her soul
Back to our home.