blue

As the day washed back in from the shore,

The current pulled the waves,

From the open door; And unveiled a relic,

From an old world, new, The Statue; 

Of Poisedon; That was painted blue;

Who knows if it belongs to a city-state?

Who knows if my appetite for destruction;

Will arrive late?

Who knows if a taste of water will quench;

My thirst is ever lasting......

And my throat hurts.....