Break
on rock and shore
heart and history
come through dark cloud and shadow
swirl around lighthouse
and ships that were not wrecked
break
into cawing and laughter;
mark
the sentinels that remain
guarding enviously
the times that have not changed
but come with different name;
Break Galle break
slowly if you must
but break
for we are weary of lie
and shackles that cut and cut
through centuries and confusion
cut still
like the sea
relentless.
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