There was little time, even less warning,
when an anger of ocean smashed
her portside and in a blink
the mother-of-all broke her like a stick,
...
Once I thought, what mind or smile
could ever appreciate such an ill-to-touch
creature as this, and who, if anyone
could have permissioned this between-the-toes
...
With life after death
being a possible illusion,
to say least, a topic
shrouded in confusion,
...
Knives of glass
stealth from a dusty core,
impaling, en-trailing,
and de-railing lives,
...
You lie broken,
a contradiction,
safe and resting,
...
not healthy they said, morbid even,
going back there every year,
I disagreed, not morbid at all,
more a comforting ritual, I said,
...
His deathbed
was somewhere between
inch plate and a stolen sand,
not yet aware of his predicament
...