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Why should you try to crush me? / Am I so Christ-like?
You beat against me, / Immense waves, filthy with refuse. / I am the last upright of a smashed break-water, / But you shall not crush me / Though you bury me in foaming slime / And hiss your hatred about me.
You break over me, cover me; / I shudder at the contact; / Yet I pierce through you / And stand up, torn, dripping, shaken, / But whole and fierce.