Tuesday, January 26, 2016


The colossus of harmony founder upon sand
Their greatness thrown upon shoreline
The heavenly musk of great leviathans is lost
No more ambergris washes upon the long shores
No more sweet vomit of vast watery paradises
To prime our brackish colognes of the deep
Now the seas are hushing in a deathly calm
And maybe whales could have turned the tide
If we let them swim their ancient routes in peace