Tabula Rasa
February 2014 Issue
Waves
by Tacitus
Bracing
swords Face
to face Thrusting
and fighting Falling
forward after the crash
They keep coming, One right
after the other Marching forward,
All in sync Steadily rising, Ready
to meet The salty thousands
Standing at their feet
Rolling in, Thrashing
and crawling
Meeting their
end But
retreating
just to hit Full
force back again
They know not of defeat
Only the continuous motion
Knocking down all in their path
The enemy and the bystander all the
same Circling back and forth, Full
of surprises and dangers In their
strength and pride, Beauty is not
their aim Though attractive to
the eye The pounding hooves
Heard in the colored dreams
Shortening the distance
Stomping onward cease-
lessly They beat
on on on
by Tacitus
Bracing
swords Face
to face Thrusting
and fighting Falling
forward after the crash
They keep coming, One right
after the other Marching forward,
All in sync Steadily rising, Ready
to meet The salty thousands
Standing at their feet
Rolling in, Thrashing
and crawling
Meeting their
end But
retreating
just to hit Full
force back again
They know not of defeat
Only the continuous motion
Knocking down all in their path
The enemy and the bystander all the
same Circling back and forth, Full
of surprises and dangers In their
strength and pride, Beauty is not
their aim Though attractive to
the eye The pounding hooves
Heard in the colored dreams
Shortening the distance
Stomping onward cease-
lessly They beat
on on on