A Wave that Breaks.

Yes. This is it.

In a sudden and jarring response,
Like an overturned table.

China that tinkles to the ground,
Over the tiles,

In your flesh,
Under the walls.

Into the gaps
Like a train.

That, which but hurtles
In the right direction,

Never turning off,
And not certain that

All is clear
Ahead. A tunnel.

Save our Ship.
Save our Souls.