SUNSET TO THE WEST

SUNSET TO THE WEST 

Swimming in the Irish Sea with my mother, 
watched from the stony shore by my poor, dying father, 
languishing in wound-healing expiation as a 
laughter of seagulls flew past in shark mask replicas, 
I turned my body away from the beach towards 
the peach-stone of a black-hole being slowly 
sucked into the sea's watercress-hives and 
drowned and saw that bonfire jaws is Holy, 
bonfire jaws is bought and sold and silting gold 
leaking out in all directions like mc squared = 
swimming in the Irish Sea with my mother, 
watched from the stony shore by my poor, dying father, 
languishing in wound-healing expiation as a
laughter of seagulls flew past in shark mask replicas. 

 

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