day SEVENTY SIX

I stand on the edge
where tides meet the sea
while gulls sail aloft
and speak with the wind

The land knows my name
it calls me to see
through all of my souls
the voice of her tears

We dance in the sky
our fervent to be
upon naked truth
and moribund wrath

She passes, she's gone
the blade takes its fee
no more will it pause
for death and for grace.