Salt kisses my mouth And wind rippled reeds Crumble to the shore. Heavy sun surrenders, and shadow's chill sweeps forth. A plume of sparks rise Fire on the ground echos the sky's bloody promise. Conflagurations blaze further along the curving shore. My possessions are scattered here, crushed underfoot, dragged by the tide. I pick through them; like strange shells and crustaceans they wash away in the bay of ink and fire.