All For One and All

It's all there remains of their faces and names in the sanguinous pull of the Ocean. And ever abides the slow, ugly tides to the ruin of the ordinary people. But do they next notice the burns of their focus as the days stretch back over those toxic, dirt fumes they accepted? And never mind life as it skims like a kite in the form of a deep Ocean tuna. Laugh all you want, but still time has past. And who then is worthy of notice? A pest and a critic or serene ancient Fish who awaits next its ultimate destruction. Nor acting 'til then, but happier still, than the fools who know not why they're laughing. No pity, no time for a two legged beast rising less than the Ocean turtle. The swells and the ebbs answered less every day by Great Dinosaur's failed escapee. And the waters stretch on, as long as there's time with the deep Ocean having its answer. But these monkeys don't question. Nor make any difference. And can subside with the tides pulling out. (Title ends in an exclamation point.)