His family gathered, after learning he died
The village boats had left under dark skies
A family needs to eat, even with the storms
Clouds gave portent, they were forewarned
The catch must happen, if by line or by net
The fishermen returned, each soaking wetIn storms at least some fish can be caught
And without food a new horror is wrought
His boat turned over, as he let out a scream
A village weeps, writing life's new tragedy
