Relucent dunes, gulls and the deep blue brine
Sea breezes rustling beachgrass glance my face
Return to tidal land my nature pines
Jejune recalls without a single trace
Rank trawlers, smelly bait, and tidal mud
The foul cues which unseal the vault of truth
A paper mill repugnance marks my blood
The Southern sun exposes absent youth
The images of my inner eye are cloaked
and they are haunting me like ghosts in lies
A wish for history but none evoked
In trauma versus will, will always dies
No childhood to recall, I find in my gloom
Bedimmed as pictures in a sunny room