A great spectre awoke me today
The spirit of my mother's mother
She told me that my town was destroyed
Etched into the sea
So I ran to the nearest room
Carving my name in the floorboards
She told me never try to forget
A sared decree
The morning sun so glazed over
A mere shadow to my confusion
No light for the death of my people
Nothing for their shame
Before the day I am in flight
Suspended by the blackest angels
And foward to the town of my birth
The town with no name
Hubert J. Humperdink
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hubert-s-45th-dream/
