The ocean swallows for them stars

calls its passions

to were you below pillow bruising calls

in forced belief,

his soul flickering watcher dances bright through

the binge induced remorse that

drank the spirits and stained

all the Ancient beasts of fright,

the terrorised subdued,

the induced calls out of echoes.

Close adverse and dire ways rescind and wax beneath

horizons chalked across a frail vision.

A Crowded room stands empty but for

the scented beauties past

in Cowls of mystery, garbed and masked,

en mass consumed in breezes gusted there.

Tell nought, the shame un-silenced

breathe not the Salted curse

to blacken tongues and wreath the heart.

Shield not the scorn or carrion

fail not to fall upon the sword and perish

where we forgot to mark the stone interred

the callous and uncaring gnarled scarred and sacred

ravenous hunger lays the table

bread is broken salt is kissed as the sea washed beech

reveals the love beneath the sand

the hermits shell is broken and the homeless

finds his nest, In love the devoured

rest as bone upon the platter all

carved and stripped of flesh to reveal

the bone white truth

as the feasted sit satisfied.