the dialogue of the wind
and the waves
written in rock and sand
scribbles harshly
Seaweed punctuation,
driftwood exclamations,
writing in codes
you can't decipher,
the message of mother ocean
we are coming
saltstained concrete
towers
will wade through
your future
guppies will gulp
your foods
and play among
the wreck of wheels
the octopi
will occupy
wall street
at last
bloodsuckers
replaced
by
just suckers
sharks will bump
and chew on
the benches of justice
tip over the
crusted rotting chairs
read the runes of ruin
and remember
we are coming
