And raw human meat was piled, and steamed.
Silence split at the seams as the living groaned.
Rope-ladder ribs in concert breathed
With the light lapping laughter of giddy sea.
The breaking of waves, a hand which beckoned
To kinder soils; yet stasis settled
As suits and clean faces crooned sympathy
(Then moved mildly away, muttering ‘policy’).
So salted globes on cheek-bones stagnated;–
Even the movement of human tears, halted.