Respite

This isn’t the new world
it’s the final world.

Where the headstones
mark time
huddled together in a place
where even the strongest
met their match.

The marble of tombs rising
the only barricade
to a windswept island
where between thunderous downpours of rain
there might be a respite of sun.

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