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.
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