One.

It began with one.
One night,
alone in the dark,
no tears left
on salty cheeks.
Sitting in silence,
drugged by our fears,
we looked
past each other
with cataract eyes,
waiting for morning.
It never arrived.
One by one,
in slow, hopeless line,
we rose to our feet,
and made for the sea.
The first one,
a man,
lost in his grief,
breached the first wave.
Left in his wake,
we followed the tide,
besieging the ocean,
one at a time.
We swam for the stars.
As we felt the cold
grow,
an ache
in our bodies,
a hymn
in our souls,
we joined hands
under water,
and chained to our brothers,
sank
singing,
as one,
serenading the deep.