The Buoy at St. Margaret’s Hope

 

All Gone! All Gone!
In the tide of what’s coming
The past wears its barnacled mess
Boats of solid purpose and condition
Sink here with dispassionate chorus.
All Gone! All Gone!
What memory the ocean must have
So few to escape, to walk upon it
Us amongst the savage of the tide
Never ending, or so we thought.
All Gone! All Gone!
What good is this bell buoy
When its words take hold?
Our ocean licking its lips
In the tide of what’s coming.

 

 

 

 

 

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