Between The Glacier And The Sea

The plates awoke today

Deep below elysian fields

They battle grind and seismic yields explode

And seethe and shake the earth

A deafening

Ten million trampling hooves beneath us

Where wrinkled streets upheave and hiss, split-wounded

Here vintage brick lay ruined swayed

Fury egregious

And twisting houses crack and wheeze

Which one is yours?

Loosened abruptly, the massive foundation liquidly slides out from the rooting under town

And tugs lares and penates to the swallowing pit-mouth and eager belly of the bay where they drown

Which are yours?

Possessor, which things are yours?

A sea colossus, a towering crestless wall now howls

Inhales and reverses the tide, and lifts high his brow in launch

Feared harbor wave

Black shadow lays where men still brave the dock

So near the crushing ocean rage

Timber spearks fly like splintered wind-blown needle seeds

The men on dock disperse like salt thrown

And disappear, in half-drown or sudden slaughter

Riding with debris, ripping through the streets entombed in tearing murky claws

Claws!

As ripples calm assorted bloated corpses breach

Possessor, which one is yours?

How dirtied your eyes

Sunken stare

Gloss eye dread

Now sleep in fields elysian

Calm now, dead