i eat the wind and sky,
as i walk along the shifting sands.
the waves roar,
profane curses,
in my left ear.
and at my feet
leave, monuments and epitaphs
of their destructive fury.
to my right the sand
sails, from the dunes
in bereft drifts
leaving the long sedge grasses sighing
heartfelt goodbyes.
i head toward the
rusted hulk,
that howls and sings
a furious duet,
with the wind.
i stand with my hands
over my ears and lean backwards,
so my spine makes contact with the derelict ship's hull. my body vibrates,
with the power
of this angry world.
and i rejoice,
in it's soulful serenade.