Haiyan, Oh Mighty

We tried
not to inhale
the sweat
pouring from the arms
of Death
We pushed against
the crippling force
of the Devil's breath
Our limbs ripped
and scattered
like the remnants of
our lives
This mass
liquid grave
half ocean
half tears
that we crawl
out from
reflects our lives
flashed before our eyes
Nothing to go back to
nowhere to go
except the barren fields
where the rags grow
like poverty