In my sight vivid dye-excited tribes
Waves of soon-dying waves.
Water dies to avoid mavenhood’s indignity, only babes and the erased.
Born-dying on racing track birth canals, haste of life unallowable:
Flower’s change of countenance;
Child growing into brother’s trousers, from mousy to accountant.
Raging at pace, at step, at incredible haste
At words hardly indelible on vellum, fast-turning pages.
Hay empires fast burning like vampires at sun’s returning.
I spy leaping-crests spray-breasted,
Yearning for the burning best soul a hitting wind hints.
Desperate for blessing: the crestfallen, the legless and the unloved;
Tantruming at firmament, the last toe-crushing dance of the impermanent.
Above circling fins and toothchipped sealskins like hammered onyx dishes,
All land to Time’s sands like someone else’s fixtures,
Family pictures hanging in your flat.
Fissure sides rising obviously in rank pride.
What rises skyward denies its downward spiral, smiting upward spitefully,
Bright as rightful king’s sword when Megiddo’s birds flight at clarion call.
Carrion, all.
With appalling strength brazen, hardpawing brine carried it all.
Tarrying overlong in saltwater with socked rocks, no bath bombs.
Carry me off; only slaughter ensures my psalters will be exalted.
Only the sacrifice of a beloved daughter buys abeyant waters.
Fed to the sea king in crab and gull guises, crime-hiding bay
Redder than a drugged iris; flighting wine upon father’s knife;
Ilium will be sacked, Priam hanged, and wives back at hand.
Waves daring further up the strand,
Open ocean now where I was recently standing in soft sand.
Alchemisland 
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