Spinanes (The)

Meridian
Terra nostra how it calls here Sucks me dry, sucks me down Shadows linger, prints of fingers Disappear into the town I want to be on the other side of the world The Sea of Mourning it is waiting Had its traitors, wants me now Water lapping, fingers snapping Disappearing, going down I want to be on the other side of the world River Hades, the Tigris, Euphrates Fingers snapping, jaw slapping He says, “Calm down.” “The place you dwell in doesn't hold you well.” He says, “Come now.” From Letras Mania