Tides churn-
Writhing bodies
Cry-
Herded
Onto brutal shores.
Red tide-
Tinted foam-
Dolphin heme-
Bodies scream-
Streamlined shapes
Slam on rock.
Each rise and
Fall-
Each swell of
Sea-
A terminal
Rhythm.
Porpoise corpses
Drift
Bouyant in their
Element
Drag heavy on sand
Where flesh is
Pierced
And pulled by
Hooks.
Eyes glaze
Gaze on clouded
Skies
Red beach
Red water
Under a rising
Blood
Red Sun.

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