Lava of my youth
Cools,
Breaks brine surface.

You haul your
Scale tail
Onto rock,

Produce mirror
And comb somehow

And sing;

Lighthouse *******
Flashing,

Lure street urchins
To doom.

Holed hulls, wooden,
Br'ken masts
And skeletons,

You immortalise them all;

Evolving starfish
A coral girdling
Your navel