One bright day, oh, glory, glory, glory.

The sun, the sky, the beach, the sea

A double shot espresso, the breeze.

I saw the seal, at first a little to my right

Moments later to my left and closer in. 

Black head bobbing and diving.

Unusual, I thought, in these waters.

When it beached, almost at my feet,

It was shiney, bloated, somehow darker than black.

I tried to hold on to my glory day

But something in my mind collapsed.

The lifeless hands, the strange angle of the head,

The wet suit, ripped and white belly poking through.

I tried to put it back together - my glory day

The miracle of the seal bobbing in the water.

Tried to make sense of one bright

Gory, gory, gory day.