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.)
Categories:
sanguinous, history,
Form: Free verse