Cannibalism in Autumn

sitting sullen by the seashore, waiting

for the waves to roll there, stroll there over me

lunar pull that lies within, not abating

as the water, harsh and salty, eats me free

from my bondage, make me silage, into dirt

pillage plenty, use the sand to scour me

Poseidon's wrath a welcome thing or worse

as bones are broken, sucked and left at sea

to be formed and shaped, eaten and exhaled

into darkness of the night, cloud consumed

to return as moisture for the earth that rails

pleading flooding saving throats from doom

as each drop of me springs forth in floral form

to rise again as one with autumn's coming storm

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini