by Chris Wallace-Crabbe
The skyline smoke, bulwards of sand:
His tunic creased from side to side
The blue god creeps upon the land
Relentlessly with every tide.
Inscrutably, with every tide
The blue god meets prosaic land,
His ruffled tunic drifting wide,
His torn lace tossed upon the sand.
Copyright © 2009 by Chris Wallace-Crabbe.