Death of a Giant

A dying sun, sucking the last dregs From a blood drenched sky. Rays shatter like sun baked glass On humble waves, which lift their crests Then dive down deep. A muted roar of anguish, Fades to sickroom whispers, Murmuring sea voices hide secret fears. Salt laced tears crash carelessly On an empty seaweed plain. Ritual movements of the funeral procession Each player engaged in their own grief Long after stains of death are cleansed away, The watery waltz continues, In homage to doomed splendour.