when our weak
brains give out on us

ships of endurance
encased in ice

or beached whales
better than shallow
water needing
death in sunlight

foreign beasts so
soon carried in
pieces back to sea

what new feral
cries will ride
these clouds

above black
stones too blunt
but left close
at hand

will our structures
so planted
shrink or else

implode

slow-churned by eons
of invisible abyss

bones bleached
in blind silence