What a thrill

What a thrill

To walk alone

This blank morn

With its alien song

Ancient raptors

Fly

In reptilian progress

The sea so far gone

As to make a moon

Of this

Sand stretched landscape

The iron tang

Of salt-slaked kelp

Filling my mouth

Its foul odour

Worming

Through the depth

Of my decline

Death is a

Dark cavity

The Earth’s deep bowels

Echo with dislocation

A black dog

Growls a warning

Its discontent

Evident

In the bristle

Of its fine whiskers

Ears pricked

He hears the sirens

Song

For what it is

Wary of the lies

That bide within its

Fatal melody

I sit

To rest

Catching a moment

Of reconciliation

A reconnection

Of body to soul

It is the way of

Lunar landscapes

And ritualistic

Rebirth

To pull me back

From the brink

Making me whole

Stitching me back

Together

Again