The howling sea chokes on envy for contentment,
Hard crushing everything valiant enough to combat his spine nullifying dominance
In taking on the marine.
Centuries of unfortunate life loss and destroyed scenery
Is nothing more than the rebuilding,
Because destruction’s alter beings’ name’s creation.
Lost ships and heroic legacies now lay fragmented in the ebbing tide,
Speaking only to those with ears open to listen when passing by.
And with the under towing current of the oceans breakers,
That inscribes the beaches with sediment ripped from history pages,
I look to find extended memories left behind, told through the workings of a nautiluses’ pastime.