wet sho res

how many went down in the brink?

in the deep of its eye-storm strong-clasped darned to the wool in their seas


wet shores was leaning castles in the rain

the horse reared. neighed.

was rain catapulting the cabin

what ship was going down ?


wil l it be land and sea

at sea we land teared by the breakers
combed back by the wily budding of its bust
swelled to the death beneath