The Sea Murmurs Murder

The red ragged rocks

Of grievous assault

Are in our steps

And our footprints

Carry the weight

Of deadly thoughts

As they imprint

Upon the shore –

Sand made concrete

By harsh fate’s hand…


No Expanse Crossed

The apocalyptic light cast
Over the sailors grave
By the perpetual burning orb
Lashes light and dark about
Like the great expanse that sinks
Proud men and their ship’s prowess-
Never to be seen or sought
Again by man-
After the waves dissipate
Replaced by black-
Tinged with white