Portents III

It's a slow motion tragedy
The cars just going in one by one
Obviously they cannot see
A missing piece of the bridge

Such a nightmarish scene
Nothing good can transpire
Helplessly witnessing it all
Shock, horror, realization

An obese woman rises out of the sea
Worn tutu is offensively too small
Her mechanical spinning movements
Directing the fish to jump and dance

Why is she so ominous 
Performing in her oceanic ballet
How is this related to the tragedy
The endless decent of the cars

The ocean is no longer welcoming
My island is no longer my home
Red lights are flashing urgently
Is it too late to flee this scene

Eyes open in the quiet darkness
With feelings foreboding
The night vision so bizarre
Dread so certain, so close