Emerald Haze of Rot

Rippling like a faltering heartbeat
This gleaming blood is clotting raw
No longer denser than the air of the lungs, save for the plasma foaming from her acid-blighted jaws

As claret's tides inter their stillborn across the shores, the skies drape overcast with the emerald haze of rot
How they waste with omnivorous waves

At the breach of prodigious gyres, innocence piles, etched atop the bedrock of aureole aisles
The rain that pours at the edge of this world burns sharply through our hollow graces

Immersed by a sleight of instinct
The sharing of breath was never fit to a temperate face
Oh, what a way to guide them to their purpose

For her smothered young our moon has wept until these coasts were overturned by the bleeding plastic waves
Not entropy
Not destiny
Not nature or balance, or anything in between

Let it flow with the rhythm of the all
Bled from the clouds above, the coves below alone cry aloud - feeding on their own wounds

We share a disrepair indited the blood of the crescent
Convergent to the course of the oceans
To the burden of senescence
How they waste with omnivorous waves

Soft ivory film dancing on the brink of her mass grave
Wax or wane - all welcomes the same old pain
Like sinking hooks feebly frozen in amber
Tempting the stars to spread out the answers

Raze the gardens red with our affection until the carnage stirs with her reflection
Mesmerized by an assonance in the waves

Mere death
Softly-humming death

Look into the waters
Look into the waters still and mourn