Like a great dark cancer
Poured over ice cream
We watch the sickness
Once again
Descend on our shore
A disease
All too visible in the surf
In the feathers
Flesh and fur of past mistakes
Bound
Like the tide
To invade and retreat
For all eternity
Until there is nothing
To claim as victory
And the oceans
Burn themselves dry
What might they think
One day
Visitors to our endless
Silent desert of sticky
Black sand
Bleached out skulls
And buried promises
Will they feel
For what could have been
Or shake
Their collective mind
In disbelief
At our fossilized
Suicide pact
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