The Birth - II

but they pass and pass
stately overland and out to sea

their blue-grey bellies
stuffed with all the water of the world
tides of tears gathered drop by drop

bejewelled sequence
beaded strung
and counted on God's Abacus

cloud-wombed representatives of pain 
banished back to drown
the sorrows of the world
in healing rain
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