Flood Of Remembrance

Down in the flood of remembrance

Is no country for repentance

There lies a remnant of Atlantis

Her people are grinning apprentice

A culture downed in a watery grave

A death culture buds in its place

Remorse is a burden forgone

Regret is flung and done is done

Down in the floods

There is only rusts

The decay of things long dead

Is the only custom down there

Its trellises are broken down

And its watchmen have rested their brow

Down in the flood is a kingdom

With seams woven into silence

Its native grass is moss

Its royal banner is lichen

Akpan