death… death… death…
Does the sea whisper death?
I suppose each crashing wave mumbles something.
death… death… death…
Bubbling and hissing sullen bravos in the sand,
Rhythmic applause for the Darwinian cycle,
death… death… death…
Of life bursting,
Each generation fertilized in the compost of the last.
death… death… death…
-T. Weeks
(A response to “BOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFT”)
Life Immense 