Ninth Canto
The calm wind’s embrace
edges the sun crest waves
to wag on light blue reflections
and I complete the red font
of my ambience onto the girth
of my fate’s circumference
painting a watery garden
when the menacing image
of a dredging net scarifies
the serenade of sailors sea battles
greed of multinationals with
the largest bottom line that perennial
Death takes all in or above the surface
living or crawling on the sand’s
luminosity drowning hope that
rides on the tail of despair when
nothing alive is left behind to scrabble away
all is delicate delicacy or trash
Death and its claws mincing frilly nudibranch
and slow crawlers or sprinting barracudas
None safe when horsepower and lead ballast
trawl-nets shovel and hammer them evenly
whim of executioner who sniggers
at the ingenuity of greed In midair
I grasp a hidden meaning for the atrocities
and it proves to be a dream None
stays the same when a lawless machine
clashes with the will
of serenity under the tutelage
of ever-wisest Death daring to ply
the tired question while a wave-froth
answers in a flash: I can do better
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