They Speak

On DUP there are many strangers …
they speak with stretched tears over a keyboard
and leave messages of pain on my screen.
 
Of course I reciprocate. Our waters  
mix and mingle, carry information
to and fro accumulating until  
 
one day a tidal-wave will burst the web-
site’s limitations, shifting ancient rocks  
of displeasure, levelling mountains and  
 
toppling dictators, drowning fake news and  
eventually calming down to a slow
swish … swish, swish … swish, an ebb and flow of tides
 
in tune with a clear moon breaking gently  
around the world on all its shores. Won’t this
conversion of tears be a glorious day?  
 
Oh yeah!