Baptism

It's no longer History. 
New waves push the sands of time adrift. 
The seas of doubt stripped of it's salty blue calmness.
 Like tears, the memory of truth burns the dry wasteland of our perceptions 
And dawns a new mantle. 

Our earth quakes, our seas turn against us.
 What new age births such destruction? 

A lost cause, a new one found, beyond the borders.
 The lingering seed of destruction sprouts.
 Like weeds grow. 
The salt of the earth.