Sands Of Time

It deals with the vastness and impersonality of time

Seashells filled with oil 

Then  one by one set ablaze

Til they fill the night

With orbs of light 

And turn it into day

Upon a beach 

Once strewn with bodies

Of which tides and time

Have erased all trace

Yet still persist 

Stark ribs of ships

And stately jibs

Like bones of whales 

Bleached white

In sea foam lace

Wars like storms

Rage, then die

Only to subside 

into history’s haze

And are of no more import

(perhaps even less)

Then seashells filled with oil

That briefly flare 

…and blaze…

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the seashells remain, remnants of a society that once was, before war left nothing except the flare and the blaze of the memories.

j.