• Pounding sea against the shore, shouldering
    the weight of being onto escargot escapees.
    Waves rush in and out, debris shimmering
    in the light of the moon. Bickering crabs, conferees

    of an undersea metropolis, talk politics
    as breeched jellyfish sit transfixed by the dry abyss
    that is this beach. So much life! So much death. Intermixed
    they bare the bliss of cosmos; men, alas, are anopic.