dark tendrils wormed in
lauded, their fetid breath drowns
rays of civil light

‘I’m happy’ she said
eyes musing her meagre life
‘we’re here with the stars’

our collective hum
a trace in the cold dark depths
may yet speak volumes

we no longer hear
the fox’s step, the owl’s ruffle
walled off as we are

shearwater circles
bleached corals crying below
the wind must keep him