There once sat a vast sea, undisturbed by humanity, the creatures of the wild, or the elements themselves. Baited serenity reigned over its taut surface until recently when small ripples pressed upon the shore.
Sea
In Witness to Death
The seawater froths white
then red again, bubbles
flashing like the tails
that flick up and smash
Why the Cliffs Keep Singing
Red are the rocks
where the sailor sought his end,
where the lustless siren sat
nibbling on bass.