ENVOY

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.

 

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