The hot breeze, pushing
Sight narrows in the salted mist, the acrid air
The sea thundering as the rolling tide retreats
The shore expanding
The empty space fills
Bodies in the sun, clamoring birds on the beach
All their waste and refuse gathering in the sand
The bones of the world
Plastic straws and paper wraps, aluminum cans
Washed out in the sun
Taken in the tide
The oceans rising, sweeping, steeping all the trash
Listen for the tide, the tide returning, the sea
Roaring in my ear
Listen for the dirge
A song for a dying world, the pipes are calling
Melodies for funerals, burials, lament
The poisoned sea
The breeze is hot, sour
The shore has putrefied, stinking with rot, cancer
Walk along the diseased shoreline, death in each step
Walk into the rising sea
Into the salted brine crying seagulls
Scattered in the waves
Into the acid bath, dissolved and disappeared
Taken in the fog