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It is sad
And being in the bottom of a clear plastic cup
What you love is untouchable
You are drowning, filling, with a zero-buoyancy
The people once known to you
Staring across the salty ocean
You call home.
Before the trap was set
Sunshine and freedom blessed in arms
A centre of the crowd
Then, gone, like a nuclear kablamo
That heart turned to a burning crisp
Black but foremost
A hundred million shards.
A cheer they bring to your salty sorrow
Swallow
And crumple
To waste.